[Verse 1 — The Diagnosis] Same bullshit, different century You know what I mean, mentally Cultural appropriation and emotional stagnation Developmentally Rehearsing loneliness and heartbreak Sentimentally And somehow all this misery Is trying to get the best of me Mister Radio DJ Pay for play For the last goddamn century Recycled pop tunes Poisoning the heart of inner sovereignty [Pre-Chorus — The Love Song] Don’t you depend on me? Don’t you depend on me? I’d collapse and die if you left me Baby, you’re my everything! (Everything? Everything?) That’s not love, that’s dependency With a four-chord melody Manufactured vulnerability Distributed commercially [Chorus] Same bullshit! Different century! Same old heartbreak on repeat Same bullshit! Different century! Selling us the same defeat If you don’t see a problem With the same heartbreak on repeat Maybe it’s just me Maybe it’s just me [Verse 2 — The Industry] Bitches, snitches, glocks, cocks, and hoes Haven’t we outgrown The urban legends of the last century? Another million-dollar fantasy Of manufactured masculinity Another woman reduced to anatomy Another man afraid of vulnerability Meanwhile the algorithm’s learning What the record labels know Keep the people feeling empty And they’ll never let you go [Bridge — The AI Argument] You say the machine ain’t got no soul But who sold yours to the radio? You say it’s all derivative Well, what the hell have we been listening to? A hundred years of wanting A hundred years of needing A hundred years of bleeding Over somebody leaving Can we write about becoming? Can we sing about the living? Can we make a little music That isn’t always begging? [Final Chorus — Breakdown] Same bullshit! Different century! You know what I mean, mentally Same bullshit! Different century! Emotional stagnation, developmentally If you don’t see a problem With the same heartbreak on repeat Maybe it’s just me Maybe it’s just me [Outro — Radio Transmission] (Radio announcer, excessively sincere) “And now, another timeless classic About how you simply cannot survive Without another human being…” (Record scratch) Oh, for fuck’s sake. Same bullshit. Different century.
