Apocalypse

We're dying
The end is near, it's proved
Messenger's dead
And Facebook has been removed
We're all alone
No friendship without phone
What's the meaning of love?
Without dating sites to match us from above

Oh my God
My selfies are left to rot
However much I pray
Instagram passed away
No more Wi-Fi to speed up the time that's crawling by
No convenient myths
Like iPads to calm the kids

We're dying
The end is near, it's proved
No tacos and dips
While watching the apocalypse



Credits
Writer(s): Wendel Berckmans
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