Approachable - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Once in a while I blacken out my windows and roll a smoke

Turn on the PC, watch the right-side pixels floating slowly at me

Neon, lean on

I swear days go past and eating mostly fast news so you won't see my image

I'm approachable

Damn, I was born in the wrong era

It's not a hard trick, just log on, sign up, and beat them all with words

No need for the weekend, the light does not meet me

I am locked up in my room

And if you want to know where to find me its dark and deep

I'm approachable

Damn, I was born in the wrong era

One day you'll wake up and my face will be all over your television

Orwellian rebellion

I want to be Machiavellian

Let's unite to create division

It starts on screens and ends on streets

(A known nose picker with laser point precision!)

Damn, I was born in the wrong era

I'm approachable

At least I think I am

At least my friends say I am

I'm approachable

At least I think I am

At least my friends say I am

I'm approachable

At least I think I am

At least my friends say I am

I'm approachable

Well, we all scream into the sea

Hoping for a reaction

Even though the truth is hard to come by

With the millions of clicks

And the dopamine fix

That will settle your tics

Like hearts in my hands

Hearts in my hands!

HEARTS! IN! MY! HANDS!