Digital Misery

Anti-social social realms Setting fires to what used to make sense Anti-social social realms Betting all the likes of me on Fabricated misery Indifferent Gone with the wind The grass is greener because you paint it yourself You're about to lose yourself to The digital, modern-day, slow decay Finding comfort in the palm of your hand The weight around your neck The Wires from your skin Finding comfort in the palm of your hand The weight around your neck The Wires from your skin Be at one with your machine You're bleeding through your screen Disconnected You're falling out There's no rest to find In the space of your mind You're a victim A victim of the Anti-social social realms Setting fires to what used to make sense Anti-social social realms Betting all the likes of me on Fabricated misery Indifferent Gone with the wind The grass is greener because you paint it yourself You're about to lose yourself to The digital, modern-day, slow decay Finding comfort in the palm of your hand The weight around your neck The Wires from your skin Finding comfort in the palm of your hand The weight around your neck The Wires from your skin Digital Misery The weight around your neck Digital misery The Wires from your skin Digital misery I'm the artificial comfort in the fucking palm of your hand Digital misery Weighted necks and wired skins in the modern days of slow decay