In the end I'm sure we won't matter

In the end I'm sure we would scatter

Delve ourselves into our caves

Be a polar to our race

Be a loser to one's taste

Death by tech on mental health, in the-

I know what I do is high sus

But mind you I'm not that

They say lights will guide you

A phase would die

May will end in April

May will end in Apri-

Rollin thunder growing hunger feelin buttery I'm under

2020 I would rather 1920 cuz I'm mentally a boomer

Eyes on LED's, figure out reality,

So many in my tummy that I'm f**g up my energy

I remember in my early life, thinking mono everytime,

Happier yet blinded by fear to be the other side,

Not knowing made me curious so I went out there and face a lie

Questions kept on coming so I go by with my motion I

Ponder as the days pass didn't notice I would switch sides

Knowing made me open to the data labeled "classified"

Open up the brown file as I read into the deep-high's

Made me blow my young mind as I look around and realize

Reality is nothing but a string of information,

Depending on a media you can get a different version

How you think before receiving data makes a difference

So in the end we'll always disagree with one another.

In the end I'm sure we won't matter

In the end I'm sure we would scatter

Delve ourselves into our caves

Be a polar to our race

Be a loser to one's taste

Death by tech on mental health