Glitch
There's a glitch in the system,
It's broken and we're living
with the hungry hyenas
Taking what we're giving.
Emails emails! busy little beavers,
Start early, work late
I need a fucking breather
Breathe in breathe out
I'm getting palpitations,
Can someone call a doctor, I need some medication
Pill-popping nation, these corporations,
Drive us to the tipping point of annihilation.
I'll sleep when I die,
Push push push, gotta make the ends meet
gotta make the cush.
Money talks friend,
reach only for success,
keep going never stop
Don't worry about the stress.
Toughen up buttercup!
You're gonna make it big,
Plot twist though you can't be there for your kids
Babysitter for you, in the form of a device
Tik Tok round the clock,
payment is cut price
Innocence is lost,
anxiety is gained
Filters are the norm
and the influencers famed
Living in an age,
where everything's for likes
People making up shit
just to create hype
For crying out loud, remember the old days
When we'd ride around on our bikes soaking up the rays
Nefertiti had it right,
worshipping the sun
the algorithm is now god,
Presence days are done
It's broken and we're living
with the hungry hyenas
Taking what we're giving.
Emails emails! busy little beavers,
Start early, work late
I need a fucking breather
Breathe in breathe out
I'm getting palpitations,
Can someone call a doctor, I need some medication
Pill-popping nation, these corporations,
Drive us to the tipping point of annihilation.
I'll sleep when I die,
Push push push, gotta make the ends meet
gotta make the cush.
Money talks friend,
reach only for success,
keep going never stop
Don't worry about the stress.
Toughen up buttercup!
You're gonna make it big,
Plot twist though you can't be there for your kids
Babysitter for you, in the form of a device
Tik Tok round the clock,
payment is cut price
Innocence is lost,
anxiety is gained
Filters are the norm
and the influencers famed
Living in an age,
where everything's for likes
People making up shit
just to create hype
For crying out loud, remember the old days
When we'd ride around on our bikes soaking up the rays
Nefertiti had it right,
worshipping the sun
the algorithm is now god,
Presence days are done
Credits
Writer(s): Stefanie Neal
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