Man Burns Self Online

I don't give a fuck
I think I said it, I don't say it quite enough
I thought I meant it, I don't even think enough
I need to edit, never said it, now it's done
I must be dumb crying
"I don't give a shit"
I'm bleeding out my mouth
My nails in my lips
Holding my wretched tongue
I'll smile for your pics
Patting my shoulder as correctness wins
I'm just an idiot
But I could be your son
I could be your daughter
I could be a gun
I could be the one to take you from your love
You're not documented
Get out of my slum
Another day, another tweet, another buzz
The same opinions in a text based drug
Another switch upon a tech space plug
An acronym for all 'them words too long'
For in a second I'll be gone

Think, Speak
Sit, Stand
Think, Speak
1-2, 1-2
Sleep, Eat
TV On, Off
Sweet dreams
Flickering, flickering lights need
Internet, connect
Come fight me
I'm not an addict, I might be
Everyone's on it
Everyone's on it and wrong
Think, Speak
Sit, Stand
Think, Speak
1-2, 1-2
Sleep, Eat
TV On, Off
Sweet dreams
Flickering, Flickering lights need
Internet, connect
Come fight me
I'm not an addict, I might be
Everyone's on it
Everyone's on it
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't)

I don't give a fuck
So call the crisis team and tell 'em that I cut
A corporate cog machine is spinning in my blood
Fighting the man for just a nibble of a crumb
And I'm so dumb, I'm crying
"I don't give a shit"
I barely focus, I don't know what year it is
I hope you watch me when I yell it to the kids
And no one listens, 'til I'm burning to a crisp
In front of everyone
And I could be your son
Or I could be your daughter
I could be the gun
I could be the one to take a fucker out
Two in the head
Teach you to air me when I shout
See I'm not here, I'm just some code inside a script
Blood on my hands, from the messages I hid
I called for help and all I got was fucking piss
See me, I'm everywhere, yet I'll never exist
In just a blink I will be gone

Think, Speak
Sit, Stand
Think, Speak
1-2, 1-2
Sleep, Eat
TV On, Off
Sweet dreams
Flickering, Flickering lights need
Internet, connect
Come fight me
I'm not an addict, I might be
Everyone's on it
Everyone's on it and wrong
Think, Speak
Sit, Stand
Think, Speak
1-2, 1-2
Sleep, Eat
TV On, Off
Sweet dreams
Flickering, Flickering lights need
Internet, connect
Come fight me
I'm not an addict, I might be
Everyone's on it
Everyone's on it
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't think!)
1-2, Touch your toes
1-2, Up again
(I can't)

(Groan)
Call in the masses
The obligatory niggers with their attitudes
The cast and crews inclusive
But the companies out to redact us!
Bomaye, they chant!
Bomaye! Off and on, off and on
Off and on, like a head on fire in a basket!
I've got my lighter, and my liquor
And you can't fucking stop me!
Retweet, retweet, repeat, repeat!
Look at me, I'm on fire
I'm wired!
I'm so crazy! I'm a crazy man on the web!
I'm so mad!
Look at me, look at me!
Can you fucking hear me now?
Can you fucking hear me now, you cunts?!
I'm fucking angry
I'm so
I'm so fucking mad!
I'm on fire, I'm on fire!
Look at me
Look what you fucking did to me
Look what you fucking did to me!
Ah, fucks sake



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Writer(s): Christy Carey, Jarred Morriss-buchanan
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