Breathing by Wires
The Juliana Theory Lyrics

addicted to razors.
Obsessively reliant on the sharpness of razor blades to cope with the pressures of life.

lashes to saviors.
Seeking relief by trusting in those who promise to rescue you from your struggles.

glued to the monitor.
Immovable from the computer screen, distracted from the outside world by the infinite possibilities within it.

trained behavior.
Conditioned to behave in accordance with what is expected in a world where people are graded and categorized.

reduced to a number.
Dehumanized in a society where people's worth is measured by numbers and data.

mechanic enslavement.
Trapped in a machine-like existence where tasks are repetitive and draining, and the promise of escape is a mere illusion.

a virtual prison.
Confined to an intangible world, with no physical boundaries, yet still trapped within its constraints.

selected detainment.
Lured into captivity by the system, subsequently prevented from experiencing true freedom and personal growth.

a gradual nightmare.
Slowly realizing that something that once gave you hope has now become a source of discomfort and fear.

suicidal impulse.
Feeling consumed by the desire to escape a world that you no longer want to be a part of.

a cycle of habit.
Stuck in a routine that seems impossible to break, even though it may be doing more harm than good.

undeniable loss.
Discovering that it's too late to get back something that was important to you, resulting in feelings of grief and regret.

breathing by wire.
Existing in a world that's entirely digital, and feeling as though you're being sustained by wires instead of air.

a network of heroes.
Finding solace in a community of people that you admire, no matter how impersonal the connection may seem on the surface.

processing data as ones and zeros.
Reducing the complexity of human experience to mere binary code, and losing sight of the nuances that make life worth living.

Carry me through the wires.
Asking to be transported across the digital divide, from one realm of existence to another.

Bury me in the screen.
Desiring to be fully submerged in the digital world, with no trace of your physical self remaining.

Shift me into this fixation.
Wishing to escape the complexities and conflicts of the physical world by retreating into a world of technology.

Cling to the machine.
Holding tightly to something that seems to offer comfort and security, even though it's ultimately cold, unfeeling, and dangerous.

This is now your world, and you barely made it.
Realizing that you've become so absorbed in the digital world that you've lost touch with the reality of your own existence.

Did you think that it would cradle you until you were asleep forever? Did you?
Asking whether or not you truly believed that the digital world would offer a sense of security and stability that would last forever, even though there were clear signs to the contrary.