11 / Societal Ignition
Swipe Right
Phone on my chest, life in my hand, I'm dying to scroll, I'm floating to land. Glass in my palm, palm full of glass, Looking at the world through a crack in the mask. Swipe to feel something, something to swipe, I'm drinking from a drought and calling it ripe. My thumb is a weapon, my brain is the target, I hunt for the hit, then the hit hunts me harder. I'm not living, I'm just loading, My life's a buffering screen and the glass is broken. Wake up, reach, swipe, repeat, That's the prayer, that's the sermon, that's the whole belief. My pastor is an algorithm, my gospel is a lie, I tithe with my attention, I don't question why. Why three hours are gone before my feet hit the floor, I'm a phantom in my body, I'm the ghost behind the door. The war is in my pocket, the pocket's in my hand, I'm a soldier for the scroll, I don't know who I am. My shadow is pinned to the wall by the blow, I'm bending to the screen like I'm praying to the glow. The glow is a god and the god doesn't know me, I'm bowing to a light that will never show me. My eyes are red as stop signs, I don't stop, Stop. Wait... just stop... My sleep is in the trash, more trash at the top. Top of the feed, feed at the top, I'm eating from the bottom, every bottom's a drop. Dropped out of real life, enrolled in the app, My diploma is anxiety, my cap is a trap. I know every stranger's breakfast, every stranger's dog, I don't know my neighbor, I don't know my God. I don't know my neighbor, I don't know my God... My God... My highlights are staged, my breakdowns are live, I'm laughing at the pain, I'm posting to thrive. I filtered my face 'til the face wasn't mine, I'm searching for myself in a stranger's timeline. Up it goes, down I go, Sold to the scroll, scroll to the smoke. Up it goes, down I go, Nobody I know, nobody I know. I threw the phone, it threw me back, I'm chained to the chain, I'm a link in the stack. Stack 'em up, rack 'em up, break 'em down, I'm breaking my back just to break my frown. I don't need a detox, I need a detonation, I don't need a like, I need a liberation. So I burned the bridge, the bridge burned bright, I'm offline and on fire, goodnight. I don't need a savior, I need a savage, I don't need a follow, I need some damage. I smashed the mirror, the mirror smashed back, I'm bleeding from the pixels, I'm fading to black. Woke up, reached, swiped, repeat, The fire was a dream, the dream was the heat. I'm back in the loop, the loop is a noose, I'm loose in the loop, I'm the loop, I'm seduced. Burned the bridge but the bridge was a screen, The screen is a bridge to the place that I've been. I'm offline and on fire, then I woke up again, I'm buffering, buffering, buffer never ends. Wake up, reach, swipe, repeat, That's the prayer, that's the sermon, that's the whole belief. Wake up, reach, swipe, repeat, That's the prayer, that's the sermon, that's the whole belief. Wake up! Reach! Swipe! Repeat! That's the prayer, that's the sermon, that's the whole belief. Wake up, reach, swipe, repeat, ... Wake Up.Back to Monuments