(Verse 1) Remember when a telephone was heavy and chained? Calling up a friend made you blush and feel strained. You dialed seven digits with fear in your chest, it felt like you were bursting right into their nest! A phone call was rude, it was way too invasive, now nobody calls, and our lives are pervasive. No voice on the line, we don’t talk on the block— we just stream all our guts and film every shock! (Chorus) 'Cause now everything’s out! Every microscopic detail! Welcome to the digital, commercialized retail! Narcissists in line, the exhibitionist's dream, where everything is bared for a mainstream stream! Look at my lunch! Look at my soul! We're sharing ourselves—the whole package and toll! (Verse 2) First comes the breakfast, so aesthetic and neat, then gym time and work, and what can't be beat. A concert, some music, a status update, a selfie in bed from a hotel retreat. Yeah, what do you eat? Where do you work? What’s the plan? And what kind of gear do you pack in your pants, man?! (Yes, measuring hardware and technical finesse, posted publicly with zero stress!) (Chorus) 'Cause now everything’s out! Every microscopic detail! Welcome to the digital, commercialized retail! Narcissists in line, the exhibitionist's dream, where everything is bared for a mainstream stream! Look at my lunch! Look at my soul! We're sharing ourselves—the whole package and toll! (Bridge) Nobody’s private, we live in a glass, a howling loud circus of ego and mass. It’s discount-code toes and sponsored-out style, with "swipe up for link" for a mile after mile! The soul is for sale to the highest bid price, welcome aboard our mad circus device! (Guitar Solo / Cabaret Piano) (Outro) Now we hit "like" and we feel so near, while sitting alone in the dark, glowing green. Hit heart, hit share, give me a look… Is anyone out there actually… rich? (Shh… someone’s at the door… NO! CLOSE THE BLINDS!)
