To Be a Ghost...

Fuck off, the internet

I'm tired of circling amongst apologists

Who love ignoring the reality

Of unarmed civilians executed publicly

They want you to be a ghost

When they rob you of your hope

But you've got power when they're not expecting anything

Born as a data mine for targeted marketing

And no one will listen up until you become a hashtag or a meme

But hate's not a fad that dies with its virality

They want you to be a ghost when they rob you of your hope

But you've got power when they're not expecting anything

I rush to my phone

Because I don't wanna feel alone

They forced us to grow

Into a world without a soul

You're frozen with dread as their chatter becomes deafening

If you're tired of being told

To stop complaining about the cold

Burn those fuckers in their homes

Burst their bubble and break their bones

They want you to be a ghost

They want you to be a ghost

But we've got power

Cause they can't stop the things that they refuse to see