f**k 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

You're frozen with dread as their chatter becomes deafening

If you're tired of being told

To stop complaining about the cold

Burn those f**kers 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