Proxy Soul

I don't touch anything directly anymore
Everything passes through a middle gate
My feelings filtered, emotions scored
A proxy standing where I should stand straight

Layer upon layer, I disappear
The original signal unclear
Am I the source or the relay?
Did I lose myself along the way?

Proxy soul
Nothing reaches me direct
Proxy soul
Every feeling I deflect
Rerouted through a thousand servers
I forgot where I began
Proxy soul
A copy of a copy of a man

I see the world through someone else's eyes
Borrowed emotions, secondhand desire
Every experience filtered, sanitized
The rawness lost somewhere in the wire

Layer upon layer, we disappear
The original signal unclear
Are we the source or the relay?
Did we lose ourselves along the way?

Proxy soul
Nothing reaches us direct
Proxy soul
Every feeling we deflect
Rerouted through a thousand servers
We forgot where we began
Proxy soul
Copies of copies of what we were

I want to feel the fire on my skin
Not through a screen, not through a lens
I want to taste without the filter
I want to break the chain

Proxy soul
Proxy soul
Proxy soul

Proxy soul
I want to feel direct
Proxy soul
No more walls to erect
Direct connection, unfiltered pain
I want to find myself again
Proxy soul
Learning to be real again