[Intro] [Acoustic guitar picking, soft reverb] (breathy) Ooooh, ooh... [Verse 1] We're like frogs in boiling water, Not even feeling the rise of the heat. Just sitting in the kitchen, Watching all the patterns repeat. It's not just live TV and iPlayer anymore, It's a digital cage on the living room floor. [Pre-Chorus] They want to put a tax on the streaming, Netflix, Disney, Prime, and Now TV. Chasing every shadow, While they siphon off the fee. [Chorus] Why don't they just tax my eyes? (Tax my eyes) Maybe a discount if you only have one? A little deduction for the half-blind, Since the looking is never quite done. [Verse 2] I don't wanna sound like a victim, no, I'm just counting the coins in the drain. The subscription is a slow-motion siren, Humming through the glass, Feeding on the brain. [Chorus] Why don't they just tax my eyes? (Tax my eyes) Maybe a discount if you only have one? A little deduction for the half-blind, Since the looking is never quite done. [Bridge] (Soft, building tempo) One for the screen, One for the wire. One for the truth, And one for the liars. Keep staring, keep staring... Until the water boils dry. [Solo] [Folk violin or banjo melody, wistful and melancholic] [Outro] Just tax my eyes... (Whisper: Just the one) Maybe a discount for the view. (Crying slightly) Everything's paid for, But nothing is true. [Slow fade out] [Acoustic guitar ends on a hollow chord]
