The generation of virtual reality
Full of WiFi and lackin individuality
I’m guilty, so no reason to be proud of me
What’s more addicting? Drugs or a cell phone?
Its well known, but greatly disregarded
Don’t go to wakes or funerals but only show love on the gram to the dearly departed
I’m lionhearted, I feel it beat outta my chest
Almost got nothin left, feelin like I’m
runnin on empty
Wake up and try to be the best man that I can be
But why do I feel like that shit only work against me?
Maybe cuz normality is actin “savage”
Pretend to be someone else how fuckin tragic
The world spins, but humanity moves backwards
A planet full of actresses and actors