dreams
22.22 Lyrics

Broken homes as far as the eye can see.
Viewing the world from above, we see rows and rows of buildings surrounded by commercial establishments and vehicles, indicating a desolate urban life.

Bird's eye view: An ocean surrounded by cubicles and fast food restaurants with nothing but standard utility vehicles and smog in-between.
Seen from overhead, we see a sea of beige cubicles and fast-food restaurants surrounded by cars and pollution, depicting the bleak modern lifestyle.

No one knows who is in control but underneath them lies a bottomless pit.
The people in charge remain hidden, but we sense a pervasive sense of despair and uncertainty beneath the surface.

Everyone clings to the sides and they use one another to reach the crown of it.
Individuals hold on tight and rely on each other to climb to the top of this dark world.

It's getting oh so dark in here now.
The darkness deepens, possibly alluding to a negative psychological state.

He's grabbing at my ankles. I'm grabbing at his. Don't let go! Until all that's left of dreams of Venus.
The singer and another person frantically hold onto each other for dear life, living only for the hopes of achieving something pure and beautiful that resembles the planet Venus.

The appendix of a system that doesn't need us.
Individuals are attached to a societal structure that serves no purpose for them. They are like an appendix, obsolete and unnecessary in the system.

One machine tells the other not to feed us. They only want more. We only want more. We're all getting nowhere confused. Which way is up? Which way is down? I'm falling down.
The systems in place are designed to prevent our sustained growth and success, making it truly difficult to navigate the direction of one’s life.

I wonder which moment I decided to care? Decided to wear the burdens of thousands of years.
The artist questions the exact moment they decided to be empathetic, eventually becoming weighed down by the collective emotional baggage of humanity throughout history.

We all live life like the sun and the moon fucking in the afternoon. The light it doesn't get through but it gets by.
Like two celestial bodies coming together, we engage in life despite it being hindered by darkness, blocking out light but still moving forward.

One machine tells the other not to feed them. They only want more. We only want more.
The system appears to work on the principle of greed – the more one garners, the more they crave, which seems to be true for both the individual and the larger scheme of things.

Just let go. Please don't feed the machine.
The artist pleads to release oneself from the never-ending cycle of greed and corruption, so as not to continually feed the oppressive system.