Cures and Curses - Under The Lens

This place is hell, but I know it so well
I've got my hand on the keys, but I'll stay in my cell
The self hate, I'm in love with it
The self loathing, can't get enough of it
It's not a great concept, no I'm not content
But I need content
Growing out a click tree, tap all of the links please
Gotta satisfy the intrigue
Write another think piece that'll never fix me
Let my friends know that I dig deep
Never mind that I know nothing
When I'm plugged in, that's how I become something,
Raw potential in my construct, but I'm stupid for attention
And I thrive in your mentions
Praise be
Baby got blessed by the black screen
Down on your knees saying "Please, I just wanna be them,"
And if I can't, I just gotta pretend
Gotta pretend
Hate me, tear it all down and erase me
In case you forgot, we're not family, we're not friends
And I hate being under the lens
In a digital prison, pixel pushing religion
Got a see to believe, please relieve me of vision
Yeah, I made my decision
If I move units, I can stay in position
I'm two D like a silhouette
But we don't give a fuck on the internet
And I stand by the things I've written and said
That I'd rather be dead than disconnect
Praise be
Baby got blessed by the black screen
Down on your knees saying "Please, I just wanna be them,"
And if I can't, I just gotta pretend
Hate me, tear it all down and erase me
In case you forgot, we're not family, we're not friends
And I hate being under the lens

Written by:
Aaron Akpojaro

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