A mirror I control,
Extension of my soul
I see myself through your console
You're still an evening screen
But terrestrial tv
Never used to judge me

Look inside
There's a world inside
(I don't know but lord it feels like)
Everyone's using
Everyone's using
Everyone's using it

It's hard enough it seems
To keep up with these things
It's sick and all so cynical
(I don't know but lord it feels like)
Misanthropy still pays
A pound a word a day
And I'm still reading, seething
(I don't know but lord it feels like)

Everyone's using
Everyone's using
Everyone's using it

Everyone's using
Everyone's using
Everyone's using it

We were young then, ridiculed them
When they said they saw our futures in the palm of our hands
With their keyboards
Slow fingers
They know us
We don't know what's wrong with us

We're all feeling it
But we're still feeding it
Yeah we're all feeling shit

Look outside
There's a world outside
(I don't know but lord it feels like)

Everyone's using
Everyone's using
Everyone's using it
(I don't know but lord it feels like)

Everyone's using
Everyone's using
Everyone's using it