The Gift
Leave your hole
The sun still shines
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
I guess you think it's cool, I guess you like it
Utopian cyber-zombie, shut the fuck up
I guess it's free for everybody
I guess you made a little money
A nation of what should be human beings
Walking around like victims in bad science-fiction
The borg is here now
The body-snatchers have come
And taken over what used to be a cafe a bus a train, a classroom
The body-snatchers have come
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
You've given our children a gift that keeps on giving
They will never have known the world without this gift
A shining gift
A curse handed down
For this I call you by a spiteful name
Blind servant of the cyber-god
Let the earth swallow you whole
And with you reclaim its mineral gift
From millions of indispensable and insidious gadgets
That you've sold to fools, and children, and everyone
This gift is not mine
Google, Twitter, Podcast, I hate the poetry
Download, Myspace, Facebook, I hate the language
I can't believe I put this garbage in a song
Just because it's 2023, we don't all have to sing along
You can get laid on your virtual planet
I'll get mine where I don't have to plan it with the dead box
A dead box that blinks and talks and fakes the Rock
And might give you brain cancer
Google, Twitter, Podcast
Leave your hole
The sun still shines on a world not made
Leave the gift at the door
Shut it down and step out
Into the night, into the park, into the forest
Past the gate, past the fountain, into the cemetery
Under the light of the moon
We can dream of a world before and after science
Under the light of the sun
We can live in a world before and after dreams
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
Leave your hole
The sun still shines
On a world not made in your mind
The sun still shines
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
I guess you think it's cool, I guess you like it
Utopian cyber-zombie, shut the fuck up
I guess it's free for everybody
I guess you made a little money
A nation of what should be human beings
Walking around like victims in bad science-fiction
The borg is here now
The body-snatchers have come
And taken over what used to be a cafe a bus a train, a classroom
The body-snatchers have come
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
You've given our children a gift that keeps on giving
They will never have known the world without this gift
A shining gift
A curse handed down
For this I call you by a spiteful name
Blind servant of the cyber-god
Let the earth swallow you whole
And with you reclaim its mineral gift
From millions of indispensable and insidious gadgets
That you've sold to fools, and children, and everyone
This gift is not mine
Google, Twitter, Podcast, I hate the poetry
Download, Myspace, Facebook, I hate the language
I can't believe I put this garbage in a song
Just because it's 2023, we don't all have to sing along
You can get laid on your virtual planet
I'll get mine where I don't have to plan it with the dead box
A dead box that blinks and talks and fakes the Rock
And might give you brain cancer
Google, Twitter, Podcast
Leave your hole
The sun still shines on a world not made
Leave the gift at the door
Shut it down and step out
Into the night, into the park, into the forest
Past the gate, past the fountain, into the cemetery
Under the light of the moon
We can dream of a world before and after science
Under the light of the sun
We can live in a world before and after dreams
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
Utopian cyber-hippie, this is your world now
Utopian cyber-zombie, this is your day in the sun
Utopian cyber-hippie, shut the door on the way out
Utopian cyber-zombie, get that thing out of my face and run
Leave your hole
The sun still shines
On a world not made in your mind
Credits
Writer(s): Carla Kihlstedt, Dan Rathbun, Matthias Bossi, Michael Iago Mellender, Nils Frykdahl
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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