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In nineteen ninety-six, Bill Gates wrote Content is where I expect much of the real money will be made on the internet Those who succeed will propel the internet forward as a market place of ideas, experiences, and products A market place of content Twenty-six years later Used to love making music But now I'm making content He is a content creator! Used to love making music But now I'm making content He is a content creator! Used to play a set and mingle But now you're streaming singles He is a content creator! Hustling the socials To break out of the locals He is a content creator! I must admit that it's deflating Farting out all these creations And a bit humiliating All in the name of search engine optimization Ooooo I'm a content creator Optimization Ooooo I'm a content creator Optimization Ooooo I'm a content creator I used to make the music Now, I am a content creator It's been two weeks, It's been two weeks, It's been two weeks Here is your content It's been two weeks; did you forget about me Did you forget my band when you refreshed your feed It's been two weeks, and you forgot already I mean, it's been two weeks Here is your content Here is your content Here is your content You tell a friend, they tell a friend, they tell a friend, they tell a friend, they tell a friend Follow, follow, like, and subscribe It never ends, It never ends, It never ends, It never ends, It never ends I made you all this stuff High quality? Not so much Tap the bell, and share with a friend In two weeks, start it all up again In two weeks, start it all up again Again Please tell a friend, Please tell a friend, Please tell a friend, Please tell a friend It never ends, It never ends, It never ends, please tell a friend Tell a fucking friend already, Jesus It's been two weeks, It's been two weeks, It's been two weeks Here is your content It's been two weeks, It's been two weeks, It's been two weeks Here is your content Have you seen my sister? Not since she joined that cult Are you not content with your content? As fast as I can make it you cannot be sated My sister joined a cult last year My mind is feeling fractured and I cannot seem to fake it So, here is some more content Drag your thumb across the glass, and Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; she came home for the holiday Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; she said their killing us with our smartphones Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; you're skin and bones Here, have some content It doesn't hit, oh shit, now what Gets wetter as it dries, just Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; it's been two weeks Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; has anybody heard from my sister? Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; you're skin and bones Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; have some more content Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; she joined a cult last year Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; has anybody heard from my sister? Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; here, have some content Tap the Heart Tap the heart Tap the heart; it's been two weeks I can't sleep-what happened to my sister? Can't sleep, can't sleep Is she okay? Can't sleep, can't sleep What has she gotten herself into now? Can't sleep, can't sleep She was a difficult child, in case you couldn't tell I wonder why she puts us Through this hell I wonder why she puts us Through this hell Driving through the night, I Couldn't sleep, kept thinking Got to find my sister Didn't have an inkling Of what I'd actually do The moment that I found her Driving through the night to Laconia, Indiana Pull into the driveway Double check the address Lights are on inside A white-haired man approaches I smile and wave too hard It's over-compensation He smiles back and says Welcome to the home of the children Of the 6th Generation I ask about my sister, but His eyes start blinking And roll back in his head Inside, a group starts singing The white-haired man is frothing At the mouth with bile I grab his shoulder; suddenly He starts to smile He says my name is Theo. Come in Come in, come in Follow me Come in, come in I follow him She was a difficult child In case you couldn't tell I wonder why she puts us through this hell Theo walks me in, and I say Where's my sister, and why's everybody singing? He says she is sleeping. You can see her in the morning Then, he offers me some coffee and some donuts They're delicious He grabs my hand, pulls me along, and things get blurry He says Come in, come in Everything is blurry Follow me Two weeks, it's been two weeks it's been two weeks, it's been two weeks I feel funny Come in, come in Everything is blurry Follow me I feel funny I used to make the music Please tell a friend, please tell a friend, please tell a friend But now I am a content creator Two weeks, Please tell a friend, it's been two weeks, please tell a friend, it's been two weeks Please tell a friend, it's been two weeks Oh, I am a content creator He is a content creator Follow Tap the heart, tap the heart, tap the heart He is a content creator Are you not content with your content Follow Like the long lost shadow of a long lost self Follow What was in that coffee? What was in the coffee? My eyes are itchy and my nose is runny Everything is blurry Something's off, and I'll feel funny I made you all this stuff High quality? No, not so much Tap the heart Theo says, Try not to worry Everything is fine, my friend Gonna introduce you now To the Children of the 6th Generation All I can say to that is Ha, Theo, you look like a kaleidoscope Suddenly, I'm in a room full of people Wearing black field jackets over white t-shirts With skinny jeans and Tentree Harlow Boater Hats Theo takes the stage, and the group starts to clap I want to run away but something's holding me back And the group starts chanting We must be more careful We must be more careful what we put into our heads We must not let the evil creep into our softened minds Death to content. D 2 C If you want to kill a snake, bring the knife down on its neck Death to the content. D 2 C Death to the content. D 2 C Death to the content. D 2 C Death to the content. D 2 C Everything is blurry I feel funny Then Theo steps to the mic, and he say Death to the content. D 2 C Today, we face a different kind of urgency, well, it's urgent to the Death to the content. D 2 C Students listening here before me. It's late, and so I'll try to put Death to the content. D 2 C It briefly as I can; and this message isn't being broadcast for obvious reasons The Internet Age and all of its consequences Disastrous; sets us back each time the tech advances. Advancing like an army on a besieged city And now at last the Great Recycling can begin! I step outside to get some air, afraid For my sister and myself Because he's kind of making sense In case you couldn't tell All this content has put me through hell All this content has put me through hell We must be more careful what we're putting in our heads All this content has put me through hell We must be more careful what we're putting in our heads All this content has put me through hell Death to the content. Death to the content All this content has put me through hell I follow I follow I follow