Electric Pages

I’ve putted down my iPhone and picked up a fucking pen
All this technology got me actin' like a zombie in can
Addicted to the touch screen
If you’re a part of my generation, you know what I mean
Don’t even try to pretend
I keep advertising, so I can gain a couple of friends
That ain’t nothing but nabers that mean nothing in the end
Just what the fucks a taste of good recognition?
Inside the world that keeps spinning
Where everyone’s get rated from 1 to 10
Every now and then I wonder how someone doesn’t come with an invention that can
bring all this bullshit to an end
Then again I see a different vision, it’s maybe a bit more efficient than that
of the average man’s
I’m not proud of the fact I had to hustle just so I could make enough money to
pay tuition and be a full time musician
So I can get into a better position and finally get paid for doing what I love
and make a good enough living
I know that I could probably end up dead or in prison
But that’s the risk that I willing to take
Considering on any giving day an earthquake and send a fucking tsunami,
the white cats over the island bay
Taking to the consideration the amount of bullshit and politics that comes with
living this type of way
So much radiation, losing my fucking mind
Macbook, desktop, tablet
I get put down mine
Everyone hide in the matrix
And we can’t escape it
Electronic pages
If you don’t keep up, you won’t make it
Everyone hide in the matrix
And we can’t escape it
Electronic pages
If you don’t keep up, you won’t make it
If you don’t keep, you won’t make it
If you don’t keep, you won’t make it