You wake up everyday
And it's just like every other
You long for a change
Or just a splash of color
Your days seem black and white
As you repeat the same routine
It's like you've built an altar
And sacrificed your dreams
Time runs so slow
Like a jar of cold molasses
It's so hard to see the truth
Through these monochrome glasses
The grass is always greener
In someone else's pasture
From your perspective
Their fields are full of laughter
Mindless, automatons
Wake up, before your dead and gone
Mindless automatons
Melancholy grayscale pawn
Social media paints the picture
Everybody's happy everybody's richer
Nothing could be further from the truth
How many likes in your birthday suit?
Social media paints the picture
Everybody's Sexy everybody's Filtered
Nothing could be further from the truth
Digital dopamine to cure your blues
The world says conformity
Is the only answer
But it consumes your identity
Like a fast spreading cancer
Stop trying to fit in to
Their mediocre mold
Or one day you will wake
And find your forehead sold
The only path to freedom
Is through the heavenly Father
In your vast desert wasteland
He's your cool drink of water
Mindless, automatons
Wake up, before your dead and gone
Mindless automatons
Melancholy grayscale pawn
Social media paints the picture
Everybody's happy everybody's richer
Nothing could be further from the truth
How many likes in your birthday suit?
Social media paints the picture
Everybody's Sexy everybody's Filtered
Nothing could be further from the truth
Digital dopamine to kill your blues