To Be a Ghost...

Fuck off, the internet
I'm tired of circling amongst apologists
Who love ignoring the reality of unarmed civilians executed publicly
They want you to be a ghost when they rob you of your hope
But you've got power when they're not expecting anything
Born as a data mine for targeted marketing
And no one will listen up until you become a hashtag or a meme
But hate's not a fad that dies with its virality
They want you to be a ghost when they rob you of your hope
But you've got power when they're not expecting anything
I rush to my phone because I don't wanna feel alone
They forced us to grow into a world without a soul
Your frozen with dread as their chatter becomes deafening
If you're tired of being told to stop complaining about the cold
Burn those fuckers in their homes. Burst their bubble and break their bones
They want you to be a ghost. They want you to be a ghost, but we've got power
'Cause they can't stop the things that they refuse to see