Here's the burning question, i feel i need to ask.
Does your jaw feel broken when swallowing all the trash?
The voice I'm addressing, too busy in a world of narcissistic nothings
Unsubscribe from their bullshit lives
I'm so sick of the soapbox blues
Privileged life of secondhand views
Locked inside the echo chamber
Standing hard but bends like paper
Watch you walk about the room in your new outfit and gold noose.
What do you want to prove?
Changing the rules yet you always lose
First to say the scene is soft, cried a river to drown us all,
Something about not getting paid enough.
Call your boss we don't give a f*ck
No face to face? then it's dead to me
No confrontation? words are weak
King of call outs, the cancelation queen
Starving for attention your a f*cking fiend
Can you put yourself in a box with all those two hundred fifty six characters
Then seal it shut, then seal it shut
The label reads "waste of words"