Full Moon Over The Internet

(álbum: Bride Of The Devil - 2018)

Twenty hours a day, living for likes
Saying all the things that need to be said, no one ever
Just a typical day inside my head
Just like the Internet goes on forever

And I am reborn every day
Am I standing up or merely standing in the way?

Have I opened your mind or touched a nerve?
I will decide when you deserve a piece of my rage
In the middle of the day or middle of the night
Whenever I see your green light, I will engage you

And I can be found here every day
Saying all the things no one here has the guts to say

Full moon over the internet
You see how crazy it can get
Fever pitch and then you lose your mind
Sorry's not going to cut it this time

Such a witty retort, touche, touche
But you'll never make me go away
The sign reminds you
I'm so much more than just a troll
Yes it is I who doth control
The things that you do

And vibes are getting worse here every day
And as I'm falling upwards, no one cares what I have to say

Full moon over the internet
You see how crazy it can get
Fever pitch and then you lose your mind
Sorry's not going to cut it this time
Full moon over the internet
You see how crazy it can get
Fever pitch and then you lose your mind
Sorry's not going to cut it this time

Living for likes, living for likes, living for likes
Living for likes, living for likes, living for likes
Living for likes, living for likes, living for likes
Yeah!
Living for likes, living for likes, living for likes