Letras
"There are babies lying around in the streets"
"There are people living in boxes"
"There are people ready to shoot you if you look at them"
"And we are getting used to it"
"And we are getting used to it"
We built you altars of binary code
Knelt for your projection on our screen
We like and follow our way into your empire
These are the last days of sanity
Your only desire was for attention
You show the world your counterfeit emotion
The anguish around you means nothing to you
Unless someone will stream your virtue
Show me- your pain tolerance
All of your charity
In service to your vanity
Show me- your pain tolerance
Your plastic empathy
Synthetic humanity
Show me- your pain tolerance
You feel nothing
When no one is watching
Show me- your pain tolerance
You hollow effigy
I see right through you
"There are people ready to shoot you if you look at them"
"And we are getting used to it"
You monetize every decision
Your filters are so carefully chosen
Emotion curated for your platform
Of reptile faces feeding on attention
Your personality is a forgery
Your salary paid in tragedy
Invented for you by the majority
We're drowning in your hypocrisy
"There are babies lying around in the streets"
"And we are getting used to it"
"There are people ready to shoot you if you look at them"
"And we are getting used to it"
Show me- your pain tolerance
All of your charity
In service to your vanity
Show me- your pain tolerance
Your plastic empathy
Synthetic humanity
Show me- your pain tolerance
You feel nothing
When no one is watching
Show me- your pain tolerance
You hollow effigy
I see right through you