Most of these people are not ready to be unplugged,
And many of them are so emerged,
So hopelessly dependent on the system,
That they will fight to protect it,
I'm living for the promise of tomorrow an apostle of Apollo,
Losses made me hollow that's the cost of grief and sorrow,
Your happiness is borrowed,
This emotional economy is based on likes and follows,
But you follow cos realities a harder pill to swallow,
Realities a harder pill to swallow,
So you sit in self pity and you wallow,
Wishing for a life like one of your role models,
But expect it on a platter because you've been so coddled,
Always got your hands out, waiting for a hand out,
You blend in cos sheep in the system can never stand out,
I see you all being the fool for Instagram clout,
Relationships are dead you're all on OnlyFans now,
You take naked pics and call it content creation,
I wonder if your parents are content with their creation,
Flashing for the gram looking for some validation,
Chasing likes and follows feeding off the admiration,
Money rolls in but your soul feels vacant,
Caught up in a cycle every move feels blatant,
Living for the clicks but the emptiness is latent,
Trapped in a facade it's a dangerous engagement,
Behind the screen you're just seeking connection,
But it's a digital world filled with shallow affection,
Self worth tied to numbers a pixelized reflection,
Lost in the noise craving true affection,
Can you see the cost or are you blind to the signs,
Is it worth the loss crossing moral lines,
Fame's a fleeting mistress slipping through the vines,
In a world so connected still alone in your mind,
Were you listening to me Neo,
Or were you looking at the woman in the red dress.