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Diztence - Mad World

The cinematic Rock song is a cry of despair against a "mad world" that forces people to become mechanical, numb, and "invisible" to survive. It asks if the cost of our modern existence—the trading of our hearts for safety—is worth it. Lyrics: Neglected places Familiar faces No sensation Just sedation Worn-out streets under hollow skies Vivid flickers in dying eyes Familiar faces in grayscale tones Speaking words like dial-up drones Ticking clocks in a fractured mind Every second left behind Static hearts in human frames Calling life by different names I wake up but I’m not awake Breathing air that feels so fake Every smile a thin disguise Ashes falling from the skies It’s a mad world — spinning out of control Cold circuits wired through my soul We’re mechanical, invisible Screaming but inaudible It’s a mad world — painted in grey Dreams decay day by day I’m trapped inside this silent cry Alive, but I don’t feel alive Playground ghosts in fractured light Childhood fading out of sight Echoes from a younger scream Buried underneath routine Coffee cups and empty trains Recycled thoughts in narrow lanes We perform, comply, repeat Hearts in sync with deadened beat Every morning feels the same Different mask, identical name Numb enough to make it through Too exhausted to feel the truth It’s a mad world — spinning out of control Cold circuits wired through my soul We’re mechanical, invisible Screaming but inaudible It’s a mad world — painted in grey Dreams decay day by day I’m trapped inside this silent cry Alive, but I don’t feel alive Tell me where the colors went Tell me where the child was sent Did we trade our beating hearts For survival in these parts? Heavy lies the quiet mind Haunted by what’s left behind We learned to function, not to feel Built our cages out of steel Worn-out places Familiar faces No sensation Just sedation Running, running — nowhere to go Living fast but dying slow It’s a mad world — tearing at the seams Drowning in synthetic dreams Digital gods and silent screams Nothing here is what it seems It’s a mad world — can’t escape the sound Of hearts that barely make a pound If this is life we’re living for Why does it feel like something’s torn? Mad world… Cold world… Hold on… Or let go…