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Control Pt. 1

 

Control Pt. 1

(album: Tidal Graves - 2017)


Man, I just [*laughing*]
I feel myself drifting away sometimes
I get like seasonal depression when I think too hard about
Where we are as humans or with technology
Though, I guess it's it's important that I say something
In this love-hate relationship... heh, you feel me?
Uhhh, but, really though, like what what is the the internet?
We all carve out our little nest in it's vast space
But, what the fuck is it?
By definition it's uh-, hold up, let me read this real quick...
"A global computer network providing a variety of information and communication facilities
Consisting of interconnecting networks using... ", yeah, so
So, basically, a tool of, information and communication
Cool... even though we don't use half of what's available to us
The internet for you could be something completely different than what it is for me
Even though, I don't even know what the fuck it is for me, either
I mean, I like to say it's a way for human beings to communicate and be more connected
But, connected to what? Our digital selves?
These like false personas we've created out of our inner narcissist
Where we sell our opinions and personal lives
For reactions and self-gratification?
It's like it's become a breeding ground for fake news, cowards, and fuck boys
But, whatever the fuck it is, I hate to say it, but I'm addicted

The internet is nothing more than just a dark hole that compliments my dark soul
A follow for a follow leaves the world blind in a repost
Going through withdrawals, I have to log in when I need dose
I want to wake up one morning and not feel the need to check my phone
Do I have to know everything? Probably not
But even when life's all peachy, I'm pale as an apricot
Plenty wishing, they could have my spot, if they audition, they can have my socks
In fruition, fortified my thoughts, not to mention all the things I've bought
Just to feel-just to feel like I'm super smashing, truthfully, I'm button-mashing
Fuck a lot to feel I'm fastened, empty mornings, nights of passion, unsustaining sex for confidence
Fond of it, swung the wand a bit, burned some bridges, might have burned some monuments
Conversation, no common sense, scrolling my news feed for false suspense
If my girlfriend's acting shady, should I check her Facebook?
Make sure them post match up when she said she was at them places
Would I be any different than a country that spies on its citizens
As I plead for my innocence? ADD, don't need Ritalin

Yeah

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