For those who see this as some sort of status symbol, let me take you to the start when times were simple
The first bite of the apple as most well know was the very first sin
The first crack in the perfection we’d thought we lived in
Weather the Serpant, Adam or Eve truth be told it don’t matter what you believe, it’s all in what you know
Some believe a simple handheld device has the power to make them part of a higher class, little do they know the money wasted on complete trash
I mean they may as well be constructed entirely of glass, much like Cinderella’s slipper
Tho this story is far more like Snow White, not simply because they have already taken that fatal bite
I wonder what of the flavour bitter or sweet, did deceit taste similar to defeat
Herded amongst the masses, what’s one more sleepy sheep?
All the while they conduct your dreams, a forceful break from reality
Every night faces lit up by screens, what ever it takes to distract from the sound of their neighbours screams
Fear mongering scare tactics not allowing any to speak truth, instead spewing poisonous perversion to soak into our youth
Tracking movements, capturing moments, slowly replacing memories
Some think these devices will insure their status among their peers, yet these same people too aren’t all they appear
Some drink, we all have vices. Some can’t stand is, let them ease their own fears, all they gotta do is grab the wheel n steer
You’d think they’d be leading if they knew so much better
Treating every attack as tho it’s legal chasing your bill just to run ‘er up
Following the snake up the tree, drinking his venom from a sippy cup
Its clear to see not one believe they are equals not even close, everyone is a runner up
Lulled into a false sense of security, when the spell breaks it’s intense and you’re unsure if he’s killed you or if it’s just hell on earth
Pretty bad I guess if the manufacturer had to install suicide nets to save their employees from the eternal escape
Yes the people who build your precious bffs literally built them with blood, sweat, and tears
Still it’s not “The Man” anyone of us fears?
Sickness and injustice everywhere we turn yet we turn on each other and it’s our homes we burn?
Does no one else see what’s happening here, is the smoke still burning your eyes or do you think you ever saw clearly?
Glasses won’t help I’m afraid dear, it’s more than just seeing, it’s more than you hear, you have to feel in your soul that something is very wrong here
If that’s not the case for you I’m sorry to say they already got to you
It’s time we raise up our arms and refuse to be farmed and fooled hell, even framed by those we all know but none dare to name
Just like life on iCloud 9 once after a couple upgrades or a lil dated they no longer update it, won’t trade it, just wothless now that your finally comfortable with the changes and rearranging n they swap em up again can
Can’t say I’m a fan of this game they play