Текст песни
All regurgitation
Pre-baked, packaged up
Synthetic conversation
The same old altercations
Ready made, quick heat
Sixty seconds works a treat
You needed information
Rewarded with a quick snack
Of overstimulation
To kill the motivation
Use a weapon from the faces that you trust
No stick to the thoughts you're holding
Memory mesmerized
No grip to the words you're folding
No use in acting surprised
Split your attention
And call it forever
It's a mass delusion
And you're singing tenor
I know what you heard
What you belt with confidence
The source is a well
Contaminated with nonsense
No stick to the thoughts you're holding
Memory mesmerized
No grip to the words you're folding
No use in acting surprised
No shame in the hurt you're feeling
You need some pressure to shine
There's pain and hurt and healing
Together we could be fine
He's a pseudo-intellectual son of a bitch
Gets all of his opinions from Instagram and Twitch
Only got a minute to tear it to shreds
So call it a bias, the ops or the feds
Bring a little doubt
To the bullshit spewing out
It's prime time
For a little thought crime
Swipe it up and take it in
Let it all under your skin
They're aimed at you
And your shit eating grin
No use in the play of reason
An adage, source or a lie
It'll be resolved next season
In the episode where you die
No grip on your convictions
It just dust in your eyes
No work to your depiction
No filter for the lies