Digital Utopia

In an age ruled by nostalgia

Could you blame me for stagnating?

Why would I move forward when I can create my own?

My very own digital utopia

It's not escapism I am safe no need to call me-

Its just a way for me to take it all and

Force myself to go back to a time where

Clear chrome plastic visions ruled my mind

And there were no worries no not for me

Besides picking what game to play on TV

Got VHS Cassette and DVD

Lick static off the edges of my screen

Does dwelling in the past really cause problems in the present?

Will drowning in aesthetics become my new anesthetic?

Can I get through it my way even when it gets unpleasant?

I'll bury myself in MP3s and PNG cosmetics

Slave to a memory of promised futures

Desperate to cry into digital sutures

Cradle myself in a binary web

Why play the game if we can't get ahead?

I'm always fucking lying

I'm gonna go insane

When will the present match the future in this fucking game?

I know I am pretending

It's always been the same

Seek shelter in this fucking life and I'm the one to blame

AAAAAAH!!!

Its alright its alright its alright

Its alright its alright I'm okay with pretending

Shut it down start it up blinding lights

And I feel so hopeful when I am spending

All my time all my thoughts all my actions are

Bound to the circuit boards that have formed me

Keep it up keep it loud make it so

I am in so deep I don't see the warnings