Pardon My Insolence

If I don't get out of here
I will surely die
If I don't get out of here
I will surely die

I live my whole if on a screen gazin' helplessly
These nicotine pixels make me fiend viciously
The twenty-first century has bested me
And my generation has arrested me

I eat a digital sandwich, 'cuz I'm watchin' my weight
My life is so frantic from possible status updates
Why do I scry my life for people I don't like
And subscribe to your vibe, because I knew your brother, Mike
A metropolis in the clouds
Sounds great from the crowds
But the mayor knows how life on the ground will be from now
A bleak and bland representation
Of a cold and contagious digital nation

If I don't get out of here
I will surely die



Credits
Writer(s): David Anthony Paternostro, Thomas Eisenhood, Joseph Tontillo, Patrick Gustavo Dehoyos, Griffin Dean Schwartz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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