I am distractable, busy by choice
Avoiding desperately, the little voice
Something ain't right
Something ain't right
On paper ok but just barely alive
Would you please stop killing me?
Or I'll just accept it, alternatively
Head back to the cycle of glittering screens
I'm watching them, they're watching me
I try to get informed, but all I gets noise
I'm steadily poorer with fancier toys
Something ain't right
Something ain't right
On paper ok but just barely alive
Would you please stop killing me?
And I just accept it with mild ennui
Head back to the cycle of glittering screens
I'm watching them
They're watching me
I'm watching them
They're watching me
They're watching me
