# data[].attributes.body
Place of history

Bricks which are built from knowledge

All is mystery

# data[].attributes.body
Headphones are...

music makers

noise cancellers

stress reducers

head huggers

audio aids

hearing therapists

stereo enhancers

song equalizers

ear protecters

sound boosters

# data[].attributes.body
Every day I wake up, nothing to do besides what I’m told

Getting nowhere and I feel I’m growing old

It’s the same cycle over again and again when will it stop

I’ve lost my sense of freedom and feel like a bubble about to pop

I’m staring out the window for a bit of feeling

As I look out, the world seems a bit misleading

This place says we’re free but all I want is to flee

What’s the point of working if we’re barely getting by

The thought of success is just an illusion of the eye

The dread of existence, the same routine

Nobody mentions it, we’re all just machines

Machines who are permanently glued to screens

That’s the reality you have to face it

This is the place to which you permanently commit

# data[].attributes.attachment_link.title
Beach House - Space Song (Filtered Instrumental)