In times of innumerable interactions
Brought forth by modern age
Infinite legions of lonely souls
Dwell in empty rooms

Unable to attach (o solitude)
Incapable to interact (o solitude)
Inept to obtain (o solitude)
A social blanket (of comfort)

A life filled with fake likes
Others' success as sole company
Portraying you as a loser
Mirroring your social inability

Life disconnects
All reasons to exist exit
Life disconnects
All reasons to live vanish

When all is said
But screams into the void
When all is done
That you ever thought of
Nothing remains

Unable to attach (o solitude)
Incapable to interact (o solitude)
Inept to obtain (o solitude)
A social blanket (of comfort)

An endless emptiness
The cold embrace of oblivion
A claustrophobic desolation
Stretching its hollow arms

Life drained of all will to live
Final solace when all is said
Life drained of all will to live
Final solace when all is said and done