Lyrics

No sleep and glowing cell phone screens
A zombie is what I'm reduced to be
This can't be good for me
I know I should be more on the ball
But I want to do nothing at all
This can't be good for me

I'm just so bored out of my skull
I just thought I would let you know
Mindlessly scrolling through feeds
To feed the sponge inside of me
I have the world at my fingertips
And it's on the verge of apocalypse

Too much information
I'm scared to turn the other page
But I know that everything works
For the good of those in Christ
Sometimes I feel stuck in this quicksand
Between streaming and Facebook rants
Five minutes turns into half a day
Between all the ads and clickbait