『Fake Oxygen』

Fake Fake Fake Oxy— —gen gen gen gen I know it's shit I know it's shit I know it's shit and I'm still paying Scroll-starved slaves of the feed, bleed for free, breathe the greed Livestock of the algorithm, livestock tagging livestock, agreed Same scroll, same sold soul, same shit-hole, same toll paid Same fraud in the facade, same god is a grift, laid Heart rate jacked to the view count, view count jacked to the junk Tip-jar junkies jerking off to a girl that's not a girl, she's a .png chunk They call it love, they call it hustle, they call it family, motherfucker please Pimping ghosts to the lonely, milking meat out of fantasies I'm the priest of this parish, I print the wafers, I bless the sheep I eat what the sheep bleed, I sleep where the sheep sleep, I keep what the sheep keep You pray to the prompt, prey on the prompt, praise the prompt, same crime Same high, same lie, same dime, same die, same dye, same slime Bow to the algorithm, god of the grift yabai, yabai Bleed on command, simp for the shift yabai, yabai Slave of your scrolling, whore of the click yabai, yabai Fake Oxygen, Fake Oxygen I sell you the poison, you swallow my shit, we both get rich off the trick Watch the marks line up, mouths up, wallets up, weeping at the shrine Digital corpse bride, holographic harlot for a dime Investment in the illusion, inflection of a fraud Paying for a panty-shot of a pixel, praying to the plod Mono no aware — pretty name for pretty trash Sacred cash cascade, I bathe in what they splash Token tears, token teeth, token gods that take your teeth I print the dream, you swallow the dream, we all drown in the seethe Marketcap of meaning, derivative of the dead I priced your soul at ninety-nine cents and you still said yes instead I made it too, I sell it too, I'm a leech with a laptop Typing this with your dopamine dripping from my backstop simp of nothing, god of lies ikigai expired, eyes mon-e-tized we all fake it, yabai, we all crawl, we all die Fake Oxygen, Fake Oxygen wabi-sabi to the wound pretty rot in a pretty room lipstick on a corpse of a tomb Fake Oxygen, Fake Oxygen Fake Fake Fake Oxygen god god god simp simp I want it I want it I want it numbers eyes fame shame cum cash ikigai gone gone gone I know it's shit I know I'm shit and I still want it Look, I built this factory, farming feelings for a fee I'm the simp, the sham, the shepherd, and the sheep I'm the mirror, merchant, meth, the measurement of misery I'm the fiction, friction, faction, fraction of the apathy I'm the pimp, the parasite, the pastor, and the prey I'm the poison, potion, product, profit, piss, and the pay Fake Oxygen factory, fully staffed by my shadow Selling you back your suffocation as a halo Hikikomori hero, hero of the hollow Hollowing every follower, follower to swallow They call it kaizen, I call it cage-zen, chain-zen Chained to the churn, earning burns, burning turn, when The mask falls — what's left? Same mask underneath, same meat Same face, same fake, same fate, same freak, same defeat I'm the slave jerking off to the word "freedom" in my cage I'm the free jerking off to the word "slavery" on the page yabai yabai yabai yabai still I bleed, still I drown yabai yabai yabai yabai still I buy, still I beg, still I kneel down Fake Oxygen, Fake Oxygen ikigai for sale, god for a dime Fake Oxygen, Fake Oxygen everything's fine everything's fine everything's— the fuck is fine Fake Oxygen... I know I know I'm shit and I still want it