Letras
I never want to see myself inside another advertisement again
I'm not a data point nor a representation
But they got my (phone) number and they get inside of my head
Oh your sweet imitation keeps never making me whole
Con-Figure-8 these alien waves to your mold
Well they got me living in a trance-cendant state where it all made sense
Where you just gotta buy it and wait for the world to collapse
Go! To the forefront of the static, there arises a jingle!
Their color-coded and arcane symbols steal my attention and then they slip it in!
I did not want to turn a profit, or hawk a product at anyone
I'm not a demographic or an untapped market, I am not a thing at all
But all my life I've been exposed to it, who even knows what I might have chosen
If I never saw myself inside all of their advertisements?