I'm told not to stare at bright screens
Cause if I do then I'll damage my eyes
But what the f*ck am I to do when the whole world has moved online
I'm told not to drive dark streets
Cause if I do then I'm losing my mind
But why the f*ck are all my friends driving through the night
I'm living in a post-space age
What day of the week is it
They all feel the same
What day of the week is it
It's all been a blur
What day of the week is it
Why should I care
What day of the week is it
They all feel the same
What day of the week is it
It's all been a blur
I'm living in a post-space age
I can't function without a good interface
I'm a walking database
I don't want to be in this rat race
The blue light is making me blind
Now we know what's in the sky
Stars and satellites