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Don’t share the wealth
You’ll share health
Keep ’em crawling, crawling further
Up the ladder, ’til the murder
All of those lines
Fine printed lines
Keep ’em happy not reading
All the bullshit that we’re feeding
Yes, you are
A star!
On a chart
In a machine heart
Lie after lie
Time after time
Make it look like we’re caring
Your objective: get them sharing
Big Data dumps
Subscriber bumps
We’re a business, not a pre-school
Just tell them what I told you
Yes, you are (Yes, you are)
A star! (You’re a star)
On a chart (On a chart)
In a machine heart
We need to spotify all of the artists
And shopify all of the guest lists
No need to amplify our reasons
When we can botify all of the people
Kick up upstairs
Like someone cares
What we do with all the money
Keep it close to, to you honey
Yes, you are (Yes, you are)
A star! (You’re a star)
On a chart (On a chart)
In a machine heart
We need to spotify all of the artists (We need to spotify!)
And shopify all of the guest lists (We need to shopify!)
No need to amplify our reasons (We need to amplify!)
When we can botify all of the people (We can botify!)
Ssshhh!
Don’t gimme truth
This is post-you
Swear I’ll cut off all the branches
Throw you back into the trenches
And there you’ll be
Just without me
Back to crawling, crawling further
Up the ladder, ’til the murder
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All day locked up in my home
Staring down my endless phone
Trying to crack that secret code
Trying to squeeze into that…
Into that, into that mold
We’re searching for life
On our mobile device
Oh lo and behold, it’s a conversation
You can’t win, win ’gainst the algorithm
Oh lo and behold, it’s a conversation
You can’t win, win ’gainst the algorithm
All night wide awake in bed
Letting the world into my head
Trying so hard to let things slide
Knowing full well it’ll cut me…
It’ll cut me, cut me off this life
We’re searching for life
On our mobile device
Oh lo and behold, it’s a conversation
You can’t win, win ’gainst the algorithm
Oh lo and behold, it’s a conversation
You can’t win, win ’gainst the algorithm
You change your song
And I try changing along
Still searching for life
On my mobile device
Oh lo and behold, it’s a conversation
I can’t win, win ’gainst the algorithm
Oh lo and behold, it’s a conversation
I won’t win, win ’gainst the algorithm
Oh lo and behold, that’s how we go
Oh lo and behold, that’s how we go
Oh lo and behold, that’s how we go
Oh lo and behold, that’s how we go
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I’m a guilty soul
I thought on my own
I’d change where we’re going
But here I still am
Feeling all scammed
Broke and still paying
(Whistling)
No Instagram Reels
Or Facebook Lives
Will get things rolling
So I’m wondering
If this is my thing
And who am I fooling?
I scream into the void
I scream into the void
Nobody answers
Beholden to their masters
The algorithms changing faster
Another stillborn beauty voided again
I scream into that void
It’s not people I reach
Just gatekeeper code
Love with a price tag
It’s funny and sad
A code makes me mad
And I forget what I came here for
I scream into the void
I scream into the void
Nobody answers
Beholden to their masters
The algorithms changing faster
Another stillborn beauty voided again
I scream into that void
Marketing tools
For all of us fools
Look at my trajectory
It might be reversed
At least I rehearsed
And nail it later
(Whistling)
I scream into the void
I scream into the void
Nobody answers
Beholden to their masters
The algorithms changing faster
Another stillborn beauty voided again
I scream into that void
Nobody answers
Beholden to their masters
The algorithms changing faster
Another stillborn beauty voided again
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I can not love what I can not touch
I can not feel something pre-meditated
Why am I here?
Am I only to please?
Faith, faith, why don’t I have a little faith?
Faith in the system and its ways?
’Stead I scream mindfuck and rape, rape!
I’m too crass for goodness sakes, sakes!
Why can’t I be a little slave
To the system and its perfect ways?
I can not see a person by watching their feed
I can not talk through someone’s business mind warp
Is it just me?
Should I bow to the machine?
Faith, faith, why don’t I have a little faith?
Faith in the system and its ways?
’Stead I scream mindfuck and rape, rape!
I’m too crass for goodness sakes, sakes!
Why can’t I be a little slave
To the system and its perfect ways?
My need to feel just a dying scream here…
Faith, faith, why don’t I have that ounce of faith?
Faith in the system and its ways?
’Stead I scream mindfuck and rape, rape!
I’m too crass for goodness sakes, sakes!
Why can’t I be a little slave
To the system and its perfect ways?
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I feel so strung out on my own
No pulse, no vital signs to show
All my tax returns I’m ready to burn
Of the universe I’m trying to learn
Just got this inkling in my head
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
I feel my fuse is about to blow
Got all this love that needs to grow
You look at me weird all because of my beard
Let out a sigh, take out the pruning shears
While I lay naked on my bed
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
Snip-snip-snip, chip away at the life of me
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
Snip-snip-snip, get a line inside of me
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
Snip-snip-snip, get that clickbait into me
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
Snip-snip-snip, suck the life right outta me
”Oh my word, why the boy so dead?”
”Oh my word, why the boy so dead?”
”Oh my word, why the boy so dead?”
I feel so strung out on my own
No pulse, no vital signs to show
Oh my CEO, are you ready to dance?
You flash some bling, I soil my pants
Don’t be a stiff is what you said
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
That sure don’t mean that he won’t dance?
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
That sure don’t mean that he don’t dance?
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
’Cause everybody’s gotta do the dance!
”Oh my word, but the boy is dead!”
Don’t give me attitude, just dance!
”Oh my word, but the boy so dead!”
That sure can’t mean that he won’t dance?
”Oh my word, but the boy so dead!”
That sure can’t mean that he don’t dance?
”Oh my word, but the boy so dead!”
’Cause everybody’s gotta do the dance!
”Oh my word, but the boy so dead!”
Don’t give me attitude, just dance!
”Oh my word, but the boy so dead!”
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Plastic (Acoustic)
03:58
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I’m floating like a piece of plastic
Floating through the air
I don’t belong I’m a pollutant
Welcome nowhere
I never knew how to make it
I never knew how to take all of those turns
In their world
That’s why I’m turning
My inside in now
That’s why I’m burning
My prison down now
I wish I was as useful to myself
As to machines
I’m plastic like the most of us
That never get seen
I never knew how to make it
I never knew how to take all of those turns
In their world
That’s why I’m turning
My inside in now
That’s why I’m burning
My prison down now
I never knew how to make it
I never knew how to take all of those turns
In their world
It never felt right to fake it
It never felt right to fake it taking turns
With all the world
That’s why I’m turning
My inside in now
That’s why I’m burning
My prison down now
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Lately been feeling kind of vaguely
Like I should start to say things
Although I have no way in
Bubbles causing all my troubles
They burst not from my squabbles
Just when I pay them double
Now I can’t hope to be
The things they need from me
I’m always one step off trend
I’m never ahead of time
No matter how early I’m
Collateral, expendable
Light the liars on fire
Let them burn on the pyre
All their promises made
Vanish once they get paid
After that it’s just me
And the heaps of money
I am unwittingly laying down at their feet
I am unwittingly laying down at their feet
I hope that all you are
Is a glitch between our stars
I hope that all you’ll be
Is a fleeting memory
But sadly there’s no way that time traveling
Is any way of answering
What here and now are asking
I’m tired of trying to topple giants
A faceless mob of tyrants
But honestly just liars
Let them burn on the pyre
All their promises made
Vanish once they get paid
After that it’s just me
And the heaps of money
I am unwittingly laying down at their feet
I am unwittingly laying down at their feet
I hope that all you are
Is a glitch between our stars
I hope that all you’ll be
Is a fleeting memory
I hope that all I am
Is a strike right through your plans
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I believe I owe an explanation to myself now
To myself now
All the years I pleased myself by
Clicking all the likes
While I was barely half alive
Signed out, still I know I tried
Clicked ”like” like a hundred times
Always replied
To boost my profile
Feel lost when I go outside
Where’s the sex, where’s the sunny side?
What’s this cold life?
I wanna be inside
Whoa-whoa-oh
Come back to me
Who’s whispering?
Whoa-whoa-oh
Come back to me
Obey the screen
Feel anxious when you’re far away
The next room like the Milky Way
I can not put you down
I will not put you down
But then I cracked like a twig in the cold
For a minute felt a hundred years old
I put my phone down
I’ve let myself down
I believe I owe an explanation to myself now
To myself now
All the years I pleased myself by
Clicking all the likes
While I was barely half alive
Surface, surface!
I need to resurface, surface
I can see the surface
Don’t let it drag me down
Don’t leave me to drown
Surface, surface!
I need to resurface, surface
I can see the surface
And sunlight, daylight
Wildlife, my lost time
I believe I owe an explanation to myself now
To myself now
All the years I pleased myself by
Clicking all the likes
While I was barely half alive
Whoa-whoa-oh
Come back to me
Who’s whispering?
Whoa-whoa-oh
Come back to me
Obey the screen
Whoa-whoa-oh
Come back to me
Who’s whispering?
Whoa-whoa-oh
Come back to me
Obey the screen
I believe I owe an explanation to myself now
To myself now
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