Falling to pieces they crumble

Foundations lay lost in the sand

We’re searching for clues in the rubble

For anything to help us stand

These digital natives they stumble

Blindfolded and in foreign land

But the pieces that fit to the puzzle

Lay dormant and die by my hand

I knew your face, now all I need is your serial number

Going to school every day of the summer

To go to your job as a digital plumber

Lying in bed, sometimes I just wonder

Will I wake up from my virtual slumber?

Knowledge and powеr and we can’t encumber

Too many computеrs I think we’re outnumbered

Oh it’s not a problem, like what the fuck dude are you serious?

So many noises I think I’m delirious, updates keep coming out faster than furious

Taking my data for what I’m just curious, can’t we just go back to radio Sirius

Started with nothing now living luxurious, why is it always so fucking mysterious

Fuck the system, stop resisting, raise a glass to the sky

Bad decisions, mad religions, tainted until we die

Silver flasks and wooden casks help the time go by

Sirens sing and tablets ding as orange fades to night

Falling to pieces they crumble

Foundations lay lost in the sand

We’re searching for clues in the rubble

For anything to help us stand

These digital natives they stumble

Blindfolded and in foreign land

But the pieces that fit to the puzzle

Lay dormant and die by my hand

Break the system of our nation

Thrust a fist into the fire

Children of this innovation

Fueled by this raw desire

A figment of imagination

Is now a label that’s required

Face to face communication

And no more fucking liars!

Call it the splinternet, this disconnect, a newfound segregation

Like distant galaxies we drift apart from same locations

Filling our heads with the false realization

That every damn person on god’s own creation

Agrees on the practice of public relations

Or any damn topic of argumentation

Make a mockery of our democracy, no doubt the heads will roll

As Gen Z takes the stage a generation born to scroll

We forge identity in silence, while locked inside our rooms

The first born group of digital natives, with nothing left to lose

Falling to pieces they crumble

Foundations lay lost in the sand

We’re searching for clues in the rubble

For anything to help us stand

These digital natives they stumble

Blindfolded and in foreign land

But the pieces that fit to the puzzle

Lay dormant and die by my hand