Social Robots
Shackles on all our lives
Not on our wrists but on our minds
Tiny little screens with big fat lies of light
Oh don't you think
Yeah don't you mind
Just keep on scrolling you'll be alright
Distractions I see them in every way
They tell us the right thoughts to think and the words to say
But nobody ever goes outside to play
No don't you think
Yeah don't you pray
Just pretend like it's still a beautiful day
Tell me no we'll see about that
Kick me down I'm wiser if I don't fight back
I'll learn from you and be better off
You may laugh or scoff but just go jerk off
You robot
You sad mother fucker
The crutches we lean on everywhere
They help us breathe in all this polluted air
They help us choose our favorite style of hair
Oh don't you think
Yeah don't you care
Just be a copy and no one stares
The voices we seek out for advice
We're taking all their bullshit as something that's wise
But nobody is ever thinking twice
So don't you blink
Just take your vice
Just play your part you'll be alright
Robots looking for something that's real
They're all trying to think out what to feel
And kisses help and so do hugs
And not to mention all the drugs
But we're all robots
We're all tied up in the same cords from our own plugs
We're all robots
We're all sad mother fuckers
Not on our wrists but on our minds
Tiny little screens with big fat lies of light
Oh don't you think
Yeah don't you mind
Just keep on scrolling you'll be alright
Distractions I see them in every way
They tell us the right thoughts to think and the words to say
But nobody ever goes outside to play
No don't you think
Yeah don't you pray
Just pretend like it's still a beautiful day
Tell me no we'll see about that
Kick me down I'm wiser if I don't fight back
I'll learn from you and be better off
You may laugh or scoff but just go jerk off
You robot
You sad mother fucker
The crutches we lean on everywhere
They help us breathe in all this polluted air
They help us choose our favorite style of hair
Oh don't you think
Yeah don't you care
Just be a copy and no one stares
The voices we seek out for advice
We're taking all their bullshit as something that's wise
But nobody is ever thinking twice
So don't you blink
Just take your vice
Just play your part you'll be alright
Robots looking for something that's real
They're all trying to think out what to feel
And kisses help and so do hugs
And not to mention all the drugs
But we're all robots
We're all tied up in the same cords from our own plugs
We're all robots
We're all sad mother fuckers
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Ritchie
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