Social Disorder Written by Ash Wednesday Souless media, this world is fake Where you can be the architect And broadcast your own mistakes And paint your own narrative And forever be fake In this digital world where everyone is always playing just okay My soul as turned to soup You think if you keep feeding me I'll be coming back for more Well I guess you would be right on that What's a couple hours more Of spoonfed grad A perfect content Crafted to your AI Alter Self What's a few strategic ADs for And I don't recognize these people Who are all sudden on my feed Their lives seem pretty basic and Inches from catastrophes Begging people to follow them Like a souless dead parade Pumping out the same shit Day in and days late But I've noticed this one thing Lately and I think it's funny that they show This AI generation just will never know What it's like to touch grass even just between a bit The reality is resting and we're are all trying to quit This scrolling trolly script that's hard to break away That just seemed to appear itself when the world was supposed to blow away. Souless media, this world is fake Where you can be the architect And broadcast your own mistakes And paint your own narrative And forever be fake In this digital world where everyone is always playing okay A.W.
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