Haters Will Say It's Photoshop

Trapped in a gravitational beam
Condescending down a well of motivational memes
Every cloud has an add free upgradable scheme
And an online persona with sensational teeth
Lol
The worlds biggest soapbox
(Show-offs)
Forgive them google for what they know not
All post no post box
It's like trying to convince a machine that you're not a robot
Re-enter captcha
Insert caption
Update status
Await reaction
Make payment
Upgrade to platinum
Now you can actually Instagram it before it happens
I can't wait to tell my friends what a sick time I'm having
Dip online to re-remind them which fly I'm flagging
Behold the electric sheep

Behold the electric sheep
Full of technicolor dreams
Never getting any sleep
In a plethora of screens
Sending messages to Steve
Why when I was seventeen then the net was just for geeks
Not projected self-esteem
F it, blessed are the meek
With their eyebrows on fleek
(Yeah)
I need to pop up for air
When they can charge you to breathe there'll be pop-ups for air
(Yeah)

Hit me with your algorithm stick
I'm clicking it
Swimming in conspiracies
With little fish and kitten pics
Narcissistic kiddies
Think it's realer than it really is
Politicians take to it to twitter out their differences
Entire databases of dinner pics and memes
And x amount of messages from Steve
Now with this access to boundless information
I'm sat in my pants on my phone judging strangers
Epic fail
Blank stare
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Credits
Writer(s): Elian Gray
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