Deepfake - Johnny Booth

I spent my days lost in

Waiting for the end

While we live in

A forever photograph

You dig;

I bury

These hands are screaming the words of a panic that’s so unclear

Blinded by the camera

Deafened by the self-absorbed

Blinded by the camera

Deafened by the self-absorbed

Empty heads

These branches make branches

I can see behind all the pictures

You dig;

I bury this

We lost th message in the words rad before

Feed me your

Transitions (Intuitions)

A darkness seen a thousand times

Blinded by the camera

Deafened by the self-absorbed

Blinded by the camera

Deafened by the self-absorbed