They say to me it's key to be yourself
Authenticity is king
Never seek to seem like someone else
But pretending's irrelevant
Since I've seen the true, the real me
I'm a teenage boy in the year 2345
Who's playing on a simulation of my life
And the kids in the future have it pretty alright
So none of my fears are real, I'm just beams of light
On his screen and it's so freein'
To know that when my life is static (game pause)
He's probably just peein'
Teenage boy
Play my life's course
To escape out of yours
I just got one question of sorts
Why'd you make me so bad at sports?
When you think about it, it makes sense
That our actions are all controlled
By a group of future adolescents
Sometimes I act like a 12-year old
But you can't blame me
For peein' on the seat
It's not my fault (ooh-ooh)
It's the teenage boy in the year 2345
Who's making me aim very slightly to the right
In the toilet, inside the VR synthesizer
His momma gave his pop in 2329
I can see him, and he's feelin'
A bittersweet nostalgia for a period
That he's never peed in
Teenage boy
Make me dance through my life
Wish I could see what you look like
But from the dance moves you make me try
I would guess that you're probably white
And does the teenage boy ever wonder if
I can feel his joy in me?
And does the teenage boy ever contemplate?
The fact that there could be
Another teenage boy in the year 8345
Who's playing on a simulation of his life
And that every time he moves, he is feeding the minds
Of the overlords who keep him all suspended in slime
I can see him and he's feelin'
Their tiny little tentacles which tickle him to keep him from sleeping
Teenage boy
Thank you for fighting
Through a true sacrifice and
Living out your husk of a life
So that my one can be alright
Be alright