Born into a generation, where apathy is our favorite trait
Watch the world spin as you don’t care at all
But inside we’re screaming as our walk turns into a crawl
A race to a finish line, that we believe so much exists
The demon of effortless perfection takes over through digital bliss
As we count the hearts, count the likes,
Always checking so no approval is missed
As our world slowly fades to black,
As we die by the digital kiss.
