IPhoneumonia
Feelings are much too sparse
Tell me when the hell
Did this whole thing become a farce?
House, dogs, paintings on walls, become a farce
And if you don't know what I'm talking about
Time to get your head out of your arse
Oh well
Faking phrases that I pick off the street
I need a clue, a hint, a line, a post, a tweet
Don't sell me slogans that are long overused
It's like a walk in the woods
Got my mobile on vibrate I can't compete
Deleting myself at your feet
Master of rhythm
Got no problem, there's never been
Ooh, but melody
You can find only deep within
Trust, fear, blood sweat and tears, all deep within
Not a task to be taken so lightly
To find something you've never seen
Oh hell
Faking phrases that I pick off the street
I need a clue, a hint, a line, a post, a tweet
Don't ask me what's up baby haven't you heard?
Angry bird is the word!
Broke my mobile to pieces I can't compete
Deleting myself at its feet
IPhoneumonia