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Five, four, three, two, one
The birds are chirping on my iPhone 8
What a beautifully augmented day
Yeah, my girlfriend's face is on my Android screen
And to me, that only means one thing, dog
We're headed to the Metaverse (The Metaverse)
A billion bucks is bound to make it work
The Metaverse (the Metaverse)
The Metaverse (the Metaverse)
Can you imagine fucking something worse?
Than Michael Jordan's avatar selling you shoes?
Zuckerberg's Memoji is now letting you choose
Between the three options that have already passed
The sweet algorithm's most profitable path
And Hellen Keller's giving you a pep talk
If you pay her five bucks, she'll say your name, dog
The day is sweet, and I'm making it mine
Because I'm heading to Gandhi's yoga class at nine
And civil disobedience is a thing of the past
Just give us the new Battlepass
It's intrinsically depressing to pick
From the infinite shit
In the Metaverse (The Metaverse)
The Metaverse (The Metaverse)
A billion bucks is gunna make it work
The Metaverse (The Metaverse)
The Metaverse (The Metaverse)
Can you imagine fucking something worse? (Not yet!)
Can you imagine fucking something worse?
Than Zuckerberg's morality leading the way
In a gentle, lovely, kind of fascist sort of way
He's striving, and he's climbing, and he's fighting for the right
To decide where the world's resources oughta lie
And he needs (he needs) to be (to be)
The curator of everything, it seems
And too bad that we can't all say no
He manufactured the consent of the home
And as soon as they make a game where I can be a Jedi
And the graphics are good, and I can choose my own life
Then there's a massive fucking fork in the road
The physical and the digital implode
In the Metaverse (The Metaverse)
The Metaverse (The Metaverse)
A billion bucks is bound to make it work