Look up, look up
You're in front of me
Searching for meaning
On meaningless realities
Slow down, slow down
You're loosing the wheel
Ignoring the signs
With all this time to kill
Not so fast
Where do you think you're going?
Wandering around
Just fucking bored, exploring
The scene is changing
And you can't seem to notice it
Why would you, though?
There is no good motive
We are modern zombies
Feeding ourselves with likes
Attention is the price
Status is our demise
Moving up and down
Creating fake scenarios
Painting pictures to frame
Fifteen minutes of fame
Follow me
And I'll follow back
I'd known all about you
Before we even met
Oversharing our lives
Yelling our fucking believes
Picking fights with strangers
Never take it seriously
Get rid of these wires
You are wireless
Get rid of these wires
You are wireless
Get rid of these wires
You are wireless
Get rid of these wires
You are wireless
