Content nausea, World War Four, seems like it all came too soon
Another carnage apparatus, such a disappointing doom
I've used money, I've used drugs, Abuse body, abuse mind
People use such strange excuses, always have done, no clue why
Most folks think and some folks know, life's lived least when you don't let go
Of a memory, of a dream, like an hometown better seen
On a screen or at a distance, life lived best without resistance
People clicked and people read, 'Modern Life' is what it said
Pretty pictures, pretty lives, I peered into once or twice
I'll go back but not today, it's nice to visit but it's hard to stay
In the grips of bad dimension, too much data, too much tension
Too much plastic, too much glass, life lived least when when fears are passed
My friend he won't leave his home, says "I am a bonfire of human bones."
I am a bonfire of human bones, I am a bonfire of human bones
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Well I've been north and I've been south, I've been west and I've been east
Been around long enough to know, life's lived best when scrolling least
Just a broken piece of plastic, just another new device
Just another nervous habit, one more thing you have to buy
Just one more thing to replace, one more way to block your face
Too much data, too much tension, life's lived least when less is mentioned
Wasting dollars, wasting hours, wasting talent with wasted power
No one says it but it's known, the more connected, the more alone
My friend stays at the home in the dark, never walks up to the park
Always nauseous, always tired, I am a landmine, wrong supplier
I am a landmine