By the light of our devices we read and write about our vices;
a daily underwhelming crisis. Who are you bro? Who am I sis?
We’re still wondering, “where did we go?” Supercalifragile ego.
Turning Golems into Smiegels, playing possum feeding seagulls.
Building “COMING SOON!” ground zeros.
So we learn to just enjoy the parody of paranoia. Lest their stupid stories bore ya
but ya pick up when the call ya might as well just stay asleep
and rub a million rabbits’ feet because the dealers always cheat
you’re on a trainful of full seats.
Cuz there ain’t no vacancies on a trainful of taken seats.