A mirror I control, Extension of my soul I see myself through your console You're still an evening screen But terrestrial tv Never used to judge me
Look inside There's a world inside (I don't know but lord it feels like) Everyone's using Everyone's using Everyone's using it
It's hard enough it seems To keep up with these things It's sick and all so cynical (I don't know but lord it feels like) Misanthropy still pays A pound a word a day And I'm still reading, seething (I don't know but lord it feels like)
Everyone's using Everyone's using Everyone's using it
Everyone's using Everyone's using Everyone's using it
We were young then, ridiculed them When they said they saw our futures in the palm of our hands With their keyboards Slow fingers They know us We don't know what's wrong with us
We're all feeling it But we're still feeding it Yeah we're all feeling shit
Look outside There's a world outside (I don't know but lord it feels like)
Everyone's using Everyone's using Everyone's using it (I don't know but lord it feels like)
Everyone's using Everyone's using Everyone's using it
