Black mirror my soul is aching for more
Those fake filtered moments we sell as whores
How we're addicted
No chemicals
Calling it fake, but not artificial
I'm not trying to cure us
I'm part of that great sickness that plagues us all
So let us now destroy us
And celebrate the fall and the end of us all
Could we have an answer to
A problem that was never meant to be solved
So call all out all your angels
We celebrate the fall
And the end of us all