The tic tock of the clock the unknowns that social media will unlock, deprived of the correct amount of likes, the dopamine when viral content takes flight. A selfie never taken just for death, there was a slight miss-step now there’s nothing left. The comment section so full of praise, still the lack of real friends is not a faze.
YouTube stardom everybody wants some, the blue collar worker no thanks everybody runs, the hunt is on the chasing of the bag, we got gender wars now love begins to lag, the tit for tat in this internet spat from “I don’t need a man” to Passport Bros going to another land, who understands dose anybody have a plan.
The sting of discontent breed the seeds of contempt, the flower peddles die choked by the weeds, barren lays the garden while the future bleeds
Information is the new currency of the day, you’ve been bought and sold in every way, even the hackers now want their cut, the apps lie about the security breach glut. Communist China has thrown it’s hat into the ring, you must know TikTok is not on your team, unsure of what tomorrow brings, life has already turned mean.
The future is dark deception shines its light Life! unsure of what it’s really all about while it promotes self-doubt. Shaken by the saturation of the social media craze, the numbing of the mind by this momentary faze.
Death and destruction when perverts care for nothing, descending depression with the blues, every time you watch the news. The mass stabbing over there, multiple mass shootings everywhere, damn if the devil may care.
Shall I lie to ease your pain, like tricking suckers looking for gains, when the BS all sounds the same, we are drowning in a losing game.
Think of it as walking knee deep in wet mud, using fifty grain sandpaper with your massage rub, maybe I’ll just go get drunk at my local pub, hell just who am I to judge.
“Greed for the dreams that money can’t buy, a fool who lose never ask why, coming unglued in grief to sing a sad song, kicking and scratching after it’s gone, point a finger at those who have done wrong, in denial about how they played along, scream and cry someone must pay, still remaining broke at the end of the day.”
“Powering spirits towering high, falling tears ask not why, bold triumphs still we die, the call of the angels when we cry, ripped and torn blood-stained sands, such beauty in a dream they won’t understand”