I've got the world in my fingers In a screen at the top of my palm Feeding on someone else's life So I can forget my own Fake news and misdirection The headlines of our generation Time passed and I lost my aim Until I catch myself scrolling down again I keep my world in my pocket So I can always take good care of it Ashamed to admit depression Guilt free procrastination Don't need to channel my attention Overwhelming information Time passed and Iost my aim Before I know it I'd scroll down again Scroll down then scroll some more How did I get 24 How I'm feeling more and more alone Scroll down and wonder why They all look happy and alive What the fuck is wrong?