f** off, the internet
I'm tired of circling amongst apologists
Who love ignoring the reality
Of unarmed civilians executed publicly
They want you to be a ghost
When they rob you of your hope
But you've got power when they're not expecting anything
Born as a data mine for targeted marketing
And no one will listen up until you become a hashtag or a meme
But hate's not a fad that dies with its virality
They want you to be a ghost when they rob you of your hope
But you've got power when they're not expecting anything
I rush to my phone
Because I don't wanna feel alone
They forced us to grow
Into a world without a soul
You're frozen with dread as their chatter becomes deafening
If you're tired of being told
To stop complaining about the cold
Burn those f**ers in their homes
Burst their bubble and break their bones
They want you to be a ghost
They want you to be a ghost
But we've got power
Cause they can't stop the things that they refuse to see