"I can see it inside your face... do I deserve to live?"
I'm looking for your eyes, everybody - I want to know if I'm wasting my breath but all I see are flickering lenses - everything's a camera and you act like you're deaf
an audience of cameras - so intent to document so much so that we bypass feeling - anything at all - yeah fuck it clicking buttons instead of really - listening to what is right in front of our faces, so after it all what do we got?? a million sterile token memories of shit that isn't what it seems on a screen... turn to find console in your friend but all you're met with is another machine!
(let me explain) supposed to preserve experience but it just replaces experience! that photogenic twenty-first century game - cutting corners with your sincerity... your friends don't give a fuck - not really they'd rather see you as a URL and a password and another fucking number does that make you feel good? how the fuck do you deal with that? or do you react? DO YOU EVEN REACT? even right now you aren't hearing this you're fucking with a cell phone and might as well not be here...
an audience of cameras - so intent to document so much so that we bypass feeling - anything at all - yeah fuck it clicking buttons instead of really - listening to what is right in front of our faces, so after it all what do we got?? AFTER IT ALL WHAT DO WE GOT?! (what does it mean when we learn to be alright with) everything's a camera...