Everyone! Please follow me like an idol.
I'm only famous to the ones that can't read between the lines
Of commentary and "likes."
They're blinded by the galaxies behind my stolen words and held captive by their computer screens.

All hail the ethernet cable, plugged into our necks.
Place your hands upon your keyboards.
Praise be to the Internet!

I saw the words you posted online.
"Your screen name used to be mine."
I stole that from a song.
I hope your reblogs carry value.
'Cause I'm not taking Valium without a black and white picture of it.

Follow and post until you're dull.
You're a half-witted adult, leading a fucking cult.
No one has their own opinions anymore.

Make the masses know that you're so cool.
Every post you make has to be artsy and deep.
When the fuck did my opinion get washed out by sex, drugs, and hipster sluts?
I thought that this could be my forum.
My chance to ignore "them" entirely.
But now I can't speak without the fear of logging off.

Follow and post until you're dull.
You're a half-witted adult, leading a fucking cult.
No one has their own convictions anymore.
No, they don't.

And it's with such conviction that I have to leave.
Signal boost the important and make a huge scene.
Your pictures of mountains lead to a trail of false hope and shrewdness.
Hell has prevailed on both sides.
Leading to one night we all celebrate.

Random post of cats!
Awkward shot of drugs!
A portrait of cigarettes!
People with their clothes off.

Follow and post until you're dull.
You're a half-witted adult, leading a fucking cult.
(You can read my life story on this page, but I'll only post what I want you to see.)

Please show me worth not from your skull.
You're a frightened-eyed adult, leaving a fucking cult.
(Pick and choose all the things I really do, but I'll post whatever the hell I please.)

No one has their own opinions anymore.
No one has their own convictions anymore.
You can't have your own opinion anymore.