Scratch:

*When the Earths turned into Cybertron*

Intro:

Smart Phones And Dumb People X8

Everywhere

Chorus:

It's turning into

Cybertron

What the fuck is

Going on?!

This is

Cybertron

What the fuck is

Going on?!

Verse 1:

Technology's evolved substantially

For the benefit of all humanity

Beyond all other animals and we

Document our lives with no humility

It's a cybernetic beauty walk

Advertise our lives and talk

About how great we are

"Oh look at me and my shiny new car

Look at the meal I've just ate

All should know that I bust a sweat

To riches when I started from rags

Then finish the post with loads of hashtags,"

You wonder why I'm so cynical

Cuz we live in a globe of individuals

That don't know the principles of livin

No feelings or emotional system

No investment on the shit that matters

Instead all people do is tweet and gather

Rather than meet and splatter new ideas

It's an ice age of common sense

This generation has gotten dense

So much it leaves my knoggin stressed

Feels like I'm talkin to a brick wall

Celebrate being dumb and stall

Progression

I feel that there's no question

We've become generation zero

All the people we herald as heroes

Are not our peers but foes

Leavin our brain buttoned and closed

Individuals become hundreds of Clones

Motherfuckers are phone addicted

Now I don't moan bout the tech we live with

But I can see a specific drop in IQ

And yes the effects have gotten in my mind too

But some take to a whole new level

With their phones put on a pedestal

Human vegetables

Small melon terrestrials

Depressed mofos

Who get all their knowledge off the Web

Talkin pure nonsense my head

Can't fathom how people feel entitled

To ignore those with experience and don't feel liable

To change with new information

And become so sure that their amazing

It's the age where idiocy is celebrated

And where stupid shit's so easily created

I can only hope there's a ghost in the shell

Cuz you dopey fucks don't seem so well

Used moderately technology's a gift

And honestly it could make me a hit

Without it you wouldn't know who I am

The apps and beat making programs

But this kinda shit bothers me so much

It won't be long till your knoggin is mush

No more reality you seem out of touch

I can only hope you out the best that I can

But I can see there's a grand plan at work

To dissolve the brain of Man and work

You constantly till the end of your days

And all that's really left to say is this!

Chorus X2:

It's turning into

Cybertron

What the fuck is

Going on?!

This is

Cybertron

What the fuck is

Going on?!

Bridge:

We are being

Turned into robots

And we

Won't think

For ourselves;

We are being programmed

To be

Led by

Someone else

This shit

Has got to stop

Before we

Become cyborg

Put down

Your fucking phone

Or you won't

Be Alive no more

Verse 2:

The worlds becomin more cybernetic

And you won't realise till it's to get it

That shit needs changed but how

I don't know but it's insane we allow

A device to influence our perception

Honesty and truthness gets rejection

It's all about quality of images

People are commodities and little kids

Look up to this disgusting hypocrisy

Become dumb fucks with no modesty

Control what you watch and see

Computerised filters don't make stunners

Too many replicants not enough blade runners

Military's bein' replaced by Terminators

Got tons of followers but you're not a leader

Instead your a self esteem bottom feeder

Caught up Fishing for comments and likes

Thinking your godsent when I know what it's really like

(Interlude) X4

One big step for soulless machines

Three back for social media fiends

Suicide rates are on the increase

So it's time the stop the nonsense and cease

Letting a computer control your fucking life

Begin to cherish the roses while alive

Cherish the moment and hold on to it tight

Fuck a camera and any recording device

Find happiness in the simple things

Love your fam friends and what they bring

And go hit the pub for a fuckin drink

And In the realm of social media

People become vocal encyclopedias

Thinkin they know better than all

Try to question it all you get many stares

Where there's *intro*

Chorus