Imitate Me, Pt. 1 (Acoustic)

A temple of artifice
Consumed with empty passion
Draped with promise
With ludicrous consummation

This void of life
With synthetic probes
It eats you away and makes you so, so cold.

Synthetic overload.
Give me my fix
My daily uploads, my dopey social tricks
Factitious friend clones
Give me my fix
My stupid uploads, my nonsense fucking clips

I dare to check my phone.
Hypocrisy ensues
And I feel helpless, like another drone.

A mirror of something I hate
I'm forced to engage
Over and over, a bleak social suicide

Scrolling, lifelessly
I'm so content now

Choking, silently
On trivial rows

Endless ideas
All around
This feeling is growing
Temptation from beyond



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Jones
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