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HOOK (vocals: Sebas // words: Nihalla & Sebas)

I used to be king
I used to have dreams
But now I’m getting old
Spending time on screens
Live my life on dotcom
Eyes against the screen
As I sit here alone
And wonder what it all means

SEBAS

I live my life on the internet
Instead of watching sunsets and taking fresh breaths, D.T.F
Question mark?
How every conversation starts
Taking selfies, I’m #blessed
Chicken soup for the Internet troll
Mining for bitcoins, dug myself in a hole
“Lo & behold,”
Gnip took the observed life & sold it
When it comes to big data I’m NULL
Because who’s gonna change the world in 140 characters?
Writing on the wall, don’t necessarily break barriers
Activism's not the same as
Recent activity
When all you really are is your Internet history
Post a link
& seem to give a fuck
But when it's on a screen is it really real enough?
Like if you agree
1000 shares and this kid can eat
The problem is real, but just a blip in your feed
Feet up
Sipping coffee and smoking weed up
Watching weird pornos, instead of scheduling meet ups
Harassing kids online, you’ve turned that game into an art
But forget that someone might take it to heart
& you’ve been
Indoors for a week, like a house arrest sentence
You’re not an Edward Snowden, but
A threat to intelligence
I know you’re getting bored
So if
Tl;dr
There’s a fucking world out there to go see

HOOK

I used to be king
I used to have dreams
But now I’m getting old
Spending time on screens
Live my life on dotcom
Eyes against the screen
As I sit here alone
And wonder what it all means

NIHALLA

A scientific warning against global warming
But fox.com finds the whole thing uncharming
Histamine, I’m allergic, to visualize reality
Even claritin can’t clarify media alchemy

Netflix for days, tv show sage
Acquiring info imma macrophage

Guten tag said young hottie from germany
Silly me to think 29 traits could make Harmony
My intentions are corny
But fuck Online dating, somebody could warn me

A book without a face
An undoubtful expression of personal space
Streaming down internet straits
Charming even without a memory trace

Your tweets are dirtier than dirty south
Unfollowed that shit, washed it straight out with shout
Click, me and sandler figured it out
I fly so high so go ahead and check me out on Klout

Yea I threw some ice on my head
Should’ve learned what ALS stood for instead
More dotcom and my numb mind turns dead
Ttyl, g2g bed

HOOK

I used to be king
I used to have dreams
But now I’m getting old
Spending time on screens
Live my life on dotcom
Eyes against the screen
As I sit here alone
And wonder what it all means