Lyrics:
that afternoon
You'll also have to get an A.S.I. done
By their A.S.I. writer
That's an assessment on substance abuse
I'm calling you in for a random test
Perfect, the next witless torch bearer
With a handful of teeth to cut on a stone jury
Empty assessment
Tireless input
Raise your hands rejoice
The wifi wave, I'm addicted to the wifi wave.
An indispensable satellite tool I abuse, I abuse.
The world wide web and all the pictures on YouTube,
Cantankerous men
Make workhouse, blouses
Harassment,
Training on sickly screens
The real abuse is the sandwich man
Cut off another inch
Of your daily
Destroy the fault with great ardour
Judged unworthy, a transient gleam
Laced with wine and thoughts of summer
Screen hypnosis sedates abuse
Lavender
screen
Lead from behind
Make you right
I am your digital god
Abuse generations of religion
I am your digital god
guiding a gameshow
Have you the blessing
to process the referral
So they asked that I reach out to complete a brief mental health screen
And try and schedule a diagnostic assessment for you
Do you
Yeah we On the other screen
Yeah we on another scene
Drippin in this bitch, might get
a little bit on my other jeans
We Getting colossal, name
big
Abuse yourself
Always alone
Can't escape thoughts
They're never your own
Smoke screens form ghosts
That haunt my skull
Hammer to the temple
was the late great Francis
W-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweet
So you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friend
His
Them take African people to Gori island
Through, rosewood in Florida
Physical abuse, Mental abuse
Emotional abusing, inflicting
Physical abuse, Mental
We find our songs
In fashion magazines
We read the story
In the morning paper
I touch their hearts
And they touch my skin
I'm on your screen
out the rules
To make sense of it all
We hold our hands to the lie
But there is no excuse
When our words of confession
Become terms of abuse
We built
nothing fulfilled
Off the pages and the T.V. screen
Another world where nothing's true
Tripping through the life fantastic
Lose a step and never get up
but tricks
Take another level back
As style displayed as displacement
Inside the dashcam screen a schema
Now a breed of vacant essence
Self assessment
know it's just change
One day the seats will be empty
And one day the screen will be blank
Until that day, please don't tempt me
'Cause I'm gonna
Don't stare at your screen too long
Your eyes go square, your brain goes numb
Pretty pictures, blue light eye strain
Lithium battery melting your
industry
The room's spinnin'
I think I'm too old to care about what you think
But I got youth
And your abuse keeps me young
Today was a great invention
Now
to
The evidence is in front of you
Despite years of assault and abuse
The stubborn bitch still lives
Demonstrated as a meat sack to practice punches
Fixated
Welcome to the Holy City; the silver screen
Built with the lends of the low self esteem
A teenager's plea for meaning and means
We're selling
abuse it, while the rich is made of music
He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van--- ?
G-you-E relevant, see how his man do it
Fucking with
A history of subtle abuse release
For yourself to see
For yourself to
Pale patterned clock
Face torn and bloodshot
Screen feeding back
Countdown from three
two sides to what substance abuse is
Can't stop, won't stop, addicted to this new shit
Brand new convertibles, I'm so ruthless
Front row fight night,
two sides to what substance abuse is
Can't stop, won't stop, addicted to this new shit
Brand new convertibles, I'm so ruthless
Front row fight night,
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