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It goes around like a tape recorder
Over and over and over and over
Calming words just feel like static
I can never rest my mind is so erratic

Every night I lay there in bed
While the media poison the thoughts inside my head
Eyes wide, peeled to the screen
A swipe or like is all I fucking need

Oh, I think I’m going crazy
Started thinking dark things so might be!? Maybe?
Yeah, you think I need therapy?
It’s like a drug, just pull the plug before it kills me

Can we just rewind
Pause the tape and clear our own minds
When trapped in a dark room
A new point of view might just change your mind

Can we turn back time
Forget it all and pretend we’re just fine
When all we do is consume
A new point of view might just save your life

Blue light addiction, white noise affliction
False words and twisted perceptions
We live a lie behind fake reflections

What, What?
Oh, I think I’m going crazy
Started thinking dark things
So might be!? Maybe?

Can we just rewind
Pause the tape and clear our own minds
When trapped in a dark room
A new point of view might just change your mind

Can we turn back time
Forget it all and pretend we’re just fine
When all we do is consume
A new point of view might just save your life

Oh, I think I need therapy
It’s like a drug, just pull the plug before it kills me
VHS