Once in a while I blacken out my windows and roll a smoke
Turn on the pc, watch the right-side pixels floating slowly at me
Neon, lean on
I swear days go past and eating mostly fast news so you won't see my image
I'm approachable
Damn, I was born in the wrong era
Damn, I was born in the wrong era
It's not a hard trick just log on sign up and beat them all with words
No need for the weekend the light does not meet me
I am locked up in my room
And if you want to know where to find me its dark and deep
I'm approachable
Damn, I was born in the wrong era
Damn, I was born in the wrong era
One day you'll wake up and my face will be all over your television
Orwellian rebellion
I want to be Machiavellian
Let's unite to create division
It starts on screens and ends on streets
(A known nose picker with laser point precision!)
Damn, I was born in the wrong Era
Damn, I was born in the wrong era
I'm approachable
I'm approachable
At least I think I am
At least my friends say I am
I'm approachable
I'm approachable
At least I think I am
At least my friends say I am
I'm approachable
I'm approachable
At least I think I am
At least my friends say I am
I'm approachable
I'm approachable
I'm approachable
I'm approachable
Well, we all scream into the sea
Hoping for a reaction
Even though the truth is hard to come by
With the millions of clicks
And the dopamine fix
That will settle your tics
Like hearts in my hands Like hearts in my hands
Hearts in my hands!
Hearts in my hands!
Hearts in my hands!
Hearts in my hands!
HEARTS IN MY HANDS!