What the f*ck is going on?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Read the news, get the ads
Brainrot, fads, scroll instagram
Go to work, earn my pay
Go back home, another day
Passes me, as I sit
Raised in this environment
What am I? A serpentine
Consumer of the things I buy?
My life
Is just
A script
Played out
The choice
For me
Has gone
Away
Do not expect me to make anything that is certain
I am at the whims of a relentless machine
I am a piece of a part, in a place, a cacophony of
Things how they move, it's just a mystery to me
Music is dead, what remains is just a f*cking vessel
Part of the soul turned to commodity
If you sing along, it's a trick, and you just fell for it
Now pay up, stream, cash out, money
Buy, buy my song
Buy, if you care
Buy, buy my song
I didn't make this for free
godmachine - EMPTY Lyrics
godmachine - EMPTY Lyrics
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What the f*ck is going on?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Read the news, get the ads
Brainrot, fads, scroll instagram
Go to work, earn my pay
Go back home, another day
Passes me, as I sit
Raised in this environment
What am I? A serpentine
Consumer of the things I buy?
My life
Is just
A script
Played out
The choice
For me
Has gone
Away
Do not expect me to make anything that is certain
I am at the whims of a relentless machine
I am a piece of a part, in a place, a cacophony of
Things how they move, it's just a mystery to me
Music is dead, what remains is just a f*cking vessel
Part of the soul turned to commodity
If you sing along, it's a trick, and you just fell for it
Now pay up, stream, cash out, money
Buy, buy my song
Buy, if you care
Buy, buy my song
I didn't make this for free
Read the news, get the ads
Brainrot, fads, scroll instagram
Go to work, earn my pay
Go back home, another day
Passes me, as I sit
Raised in this environment
What am I? A serpentine
Consumer of the things I buy?
My life
Is just
A script
Played out
The choice
For me
Has gone
Away
Do not expect me to make anything that is certain
I am at the whims of a relentless machine
I am a piece of a part, in a place, a cacophony of
Things how they move, it's just a mystery to me
Music is dead, what remains is just a f*cking vessel
Part of the soul turned to commodity
If you sing along, it's a trick, and you just fell for it
Now pay up, stream, cash out, money
Buy, buy my song
Buy, if you care
Buy, buy my song
I didn't make this for free
Writer: Max Blair
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid