Robotic, hypnotic, Amazonian shopping For the masses, and your cache says you need a little more plastic In your life, bro, is that right, no? All your clothes are from sweatshops And their saviour is your labour, social handcuff enslavement
Your search history is no mystery, rim-shot, kick, clap, hold From the South Beach to the cold East, the Middle East and Rome It's "Tweet this, snap that," all the things that make you go "Hmm" A Zuckerpunch and a cold ass lunch, don't speak 'til you've been told
So walk with me down memory lane When the phone in your pocket only had a few games
I said, "Yes, Mister, please help me believe, don't patronise, no" Is this clickbait my new safe space? Sit back and do what you're told
So walk with me down memory lane When the phone in your pocket only had a few games One snake, two snakes, now it's your brain Throw me the keys to your cuffs, and then I'll be on my way Walk with me down memory lane When the phone in your pocket only had a few games
Are you willing to change your business model in the interest of protecting individual privacy? Congresswoman, I'm not sure what that means...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
