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You have been staring for an hour at the wall, boy
The bell is ringing
,
there’s a package waiting at the door
Your new cloths have arrived, your profile’s gonna look so nice
It’s time to tell the world about what’s been going on for so long
You don’t know what you’re doing 2x
You don’t know why you’re posting
You have been browsing since the pizza boy has brought your food
Your news feed tells you the economy is going to crash
No time to read it all
,
everybody needs to know
It’s time to tell the world about what’s been going on for so long
You don’t know what you’re doing 2x
You don’t know why you’re posting
You have a thousand friends but spend the night alone, home
So many birthday wishes make you feel loved by all
Social Media Boy
Social Media Joy
Social Media World
You don’t know what you’re doing 4x
You don’t know why you’re posting
You don’t know what you’re doing 4x
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Oh look, there ain’t no fooling around
There ain’t no movement at all
Some day, there won’t be no cities no more
People will be staying put
No children playing outside
Oh look, mothers ain’t cooking today
Fathers ain’t reaching out
Some day, we won’t need love anymore
We won’t need our bodies to breed
No children playing outside
4x
Oh look, people ain’t thinking no more
Everybody’s acting the same
Some day, we won’t need notes anymore
Music won’t be understood
No children playing outside
Oh look, the kids are watching porn
The kids are always high
No children playing outside
6x
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Through time, the plague has evolved
Into different forms
Here, the newest of all
You, the skull drawing rose
You, the woman I loved
You, the skull drawing rose
Her pale face is hiding
Her dark thoughts, what a devilish choice
She was the queen I was looking for
And how not to fall in the trap of love
You’re a distant dream
,
my metaphor of love
Chorus
You are the skull drawing rose
You are my metaphor of pain
You are the skull drawing rose
You are my metaphor of love
Roses need the Sun
Roses need the Earth
You don’t need the Sun, the Earth
The plague, you
Transgenic modern energy
Transgenic art, transgenic youth
You can grow in a prison cell
The plague, you
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint my head
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, love is dead
How not to fall in the trap of love
You’re a distant dream
My metaphor of pain
Chorus
You are the skull drawing rose
You are my metaphor of love
You are the skull drawing rose
You are my metaphor of pain
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint my head
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, love is dead
How not to fall in the trap of love
Cause you are and were
The skull drawing rose
Chorus
You are the skull drawing rose
You are the nightmare of my dreams
You are the skull drawing rose
You are and were my skull drawing rose
Through time, the plague has evolved
Into different forms
Here, the newest of all
You, the skull drawing rose
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, paint my head
Paint the skull, paint the skull
Paint the skull, love is dead
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6 AM: He pictures social media in his dreams
8 AM: He types about the postman being late
9 AM: He poses with his new clothes on a chair
10 AM: He chats with a girl he’s never met
And she falls in love with Social Media Boy
She falls in love and scrolls down
,
down his wall
1 PM: He’s smiling at the camera in a frame
2 PM: He photographs his pizza on a plate
4 PM: He states that politicians are to blame
5 PM: He shares a picture of his new tattoo
And she falls in love with Social Media Boy
She falls in love and scrolls down
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down his wall
6 PM: He comments on her picture at the zoo
8 PM: He shoots a birthday selfie with a cake
9 PM: He posts about what happened on the train
10 PM: He’s thanking everybody for his day
And she falls in love with Social Media Boy
She falls in love and scrolls down
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down his wall
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