We can't ignore the screen We care what everyone's thinking We're socially networking Missing things when we blink Slaves to our routine Still we find ourselves sinking Self image we're anchoring To the Kool-Aid we drink Don't need inspiration for songs that we'll never sing Wasted potential in all of our suffering We make bad decisions, not making amends Fake with precision, we're not making friends And ironically there's no apology They control the world we see Everything's cut and pasted It's manufactured reality Writings we can't erase Afraid of what we might be Just talking shit when we're wasted Mass produce our mentality And they decide what we taste Don't need inspiration for songs that we'll never sing Wasted potential in all of our suffering Blind to the truth, maybe we'll never know Despite all the proof, we're still part of the show Oh technology We lay out our lives chronologically Where's my apology