Well, Simon seems to have misplaced his pet lampray
His only source of intimacy throughout the whole of last year
Now he's spinning in circles to the tune of radio static
Praying to Sally Webster and watching God on the TV
Can't cook, won't cook; tin foil's only good for hats these days
Screen time's the new sustenance, now that's what Simon says
And if he feels empty, well, the response is automatic
Just opens up Animal Crossing and feeds his avatars to broccoli
Better get unjaded
Unstifled now
Gotta get unjaded
But I just don't know how
Why's it so hard to look after yourself these days?
Heels gone soft, eyes perpetually glazed
Zoning out watching youtube videos on how to suck eggs
And what it feels like to be real or to be amazed
Googling questions like 'Should I start microdosing?'
And 'How come I'm standing outside Four Seasons Total Landscaping?'
And 'What's the difference between the morning and the evening?'
And 'What's the difference between waking and sleeping?'
Better get unstifled
Unjaded now
Gotta get untangled
Haha, somehow
What the hell is the new future gonna be?
And how the hell are we gonna stop these fiends?
The man asked Suzy from the comfort of his documentary
Well, it's all violence upon violence upon violins
Forget self-expression, forget sentimentality
Forget the Gods, forget freedom, forget offline reality
I'm blowing bubbles decreasing in size exponentially
Come climb inside and watch 10 hours of slime ASMR with me
Better get unjaded
Unstifled now
Gotta get unfrazzled
Man, I've forgotten how
Or maybe I should sell all my furniture
Become like a zen monk or like Steve Jobs
And give myself no choice
But to just meditate on the cold hard ground
And I think I can still see the joy in people
Like I can see the ghosts of dinosaurs in birds
I think it's about time we go back to the future again
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Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
