Steaksauce Mustache - Floppy Disk Function

Purge the machine
Set the pixel addicts free
Megabyte me
How can we breathe drowning in our dopamine?
Habitual scrolling endlessly, lost in a virtual reality
Data transmit viper spit, swallow deep chronic gluttonous tick
One more hit, one more click, keep that social crack pipe lit and suck it
Down the rabbit hole, existing in a waste of time
Yield complete control, sell me in the data mine
Burn the optic wool, witness of the great decline
Kill our finite soul, the suicide of humankind
It's not too late, evacuate, fix the error of our ways
Seek the truth, future youth, heed our failures and mistakes
Keeper's gate, ape escape, fallen prey to the lords of hate
Break away, disobey, land mind games, we refuse to play
Pull back the digital curtain, you may not like what you find
Analyzed, multiplied, regurgitated, your vomit tastes a lot like mine
Apocalyptic pregnant thundercloud, algorithmic nuclear fallout
Black mirror mirror, watching from the firewall
Perpetual lust of stimulation and withdrawal
There is no value, no hope, no love from motherboard
Nursing a toxic manipulated zombie hoard
We are gun fodder, the fuel that burns from womb to urn
Recursive habits plague the circuits
Take back your mind, disconnect and uninstall
Rewrite your code, end the curse, delete them all
Megabyte me
Be free, for you were made to be
One, two, three, four self-destruct the cyber core

Written by:
Taylor Bates

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