Black mirror my soul is aching for more Those fake filtered moments we sell as whores How we're addicted No chemicals Calling it fake, but not artificial I'm not trying to cure us I'm part of that great sickness that plagues us all So let us now destroy us And celebrate the fall and the end of us all Could we have an answer to A problem that was never meant to be solved So call all out all your angels We celebrate the fall And the end of us all