We wait for an attack
By turning our back
Against the actual trap
Forget to counteract
Bits and bites and data
The word of our creator
Let us fall into the hug
Of our digital drug
Our digital drug
Of our digital drug
Imagine '21
And it is Apocalypse Now
Not the one you might expect
Less dramatic somehow
No sky net, no terminator
No self aware AI
Only our craving of living
In digital Versailles
The little screen
Is our methamphetamine
This addiction makes
Our world go round
Merry, merry, merry —
Merry go round
This drug is not a chemical
Karen, Karen hysterical
In this jungle
Of spite and sorrow
We find our selfs
Behind a wall
Our Day After Tomorrow
Is a portion of hate,
Free for all
It's twenty twenty one
The apocalypse is already here
It's not how we imagined it,
Not Academy Award top tier
No Tom Cruise or Will Smith saving us
From murderous machines
Only always distracted parents
And their tech addicted teens
The little screen is our methamphetamine
This black screen is our heroin
We wait for an attack
By turning our back
Against the actual trap
Forget to counteract
Bits and bites and data
The word of our creator
Let us fall into the hug
Of our digital drug
Twenty twenty one is gone
Movie romanticism
The action hero fights against
Injustice and fascism
But in real life
He's sitting on his sofa
Tweeting how feminism hurts his feelings
Beating his wife into coma
This addiction makes our world go round
Merry, merry, merry — merry go round
This drug is not a chemical
Karen, Karen hysterical
In this jungle of spite and sorrow
We find our selfs behind a wall
Our Day After Tomorrow
Is a portion of hate, free for all
In this jungle of spite and sorrow
We find our selfs behind a wall
Our Day After Tomorrow
Is a portion of hate, free for all