Lavender Lemonade - Digital Native lyrics
[Lavender Lemonade - Digital Native lyrics]
Falling to pieces they crumble
Foundations lay lost in the sand
We’re searching for clues in the rubble
For anything to help us stand
These digital natives they stumble
Blindfolded and in foreign land
But the pieces that fit to the puzzle
Lay dormant and die by my hand
I knew your face
Now all I need is your serial number
Going to school every day of the summer
To go to your job as a digital plumber
Lying in bed, sometimes I just wonder
Will I wake up from my virtual slumber?
Knowledge and powеr and we can’t encumber
Too many computеrs I think we’re outnumbered
Oh it’s not a problem
Like what the fuck dude are you serious?
So many noises I think I’m delirious
Updates keep coming out faster than furious
Taking my data for what I’m just curious
Can’t we just go back to radio Sirius
Started with nothing now living luxurious
Why is it always so fucking mysterious
Fuck the system, stop resisting
Raise a glass to the sky
Bad decisions, mad religions
Tainted until we die
Silver flasks and wooden casks help
The time go by
Sirens sing and tablets ding as
Orange fades to night
Falling to pieces they crumble
Foundations lay lost in the sand
We’re searching for clues in the rubble
For anything to help us stand
These digital natives they stumble
Blindfolded and in foreign land
But the pieces that fit to the puzzle
Lay dormant and die by my hand
Break the system of our nation
Thrust a fist into the fire
Children of this innovation
Fueled by this raw desire
A figment of imagination
Is now a label that’s required
Face to face communication
And no more fucking liars!
Call it the splinternet, this disconnect
A newfound segregation
Like distant galaxies we drift
Apart from same locations
Filling our heads with the false realization
That every damn person on god’s own creation
Agrees on the practice of public relations
Or any damn topic of argumentation
Make a mockery of our democracy
No doubt the heads will roll
As Gen Z takes the stage
A generation born to scroll
We forge identity in silence
While locked inside our rooms
The first born group of digital natives
With nothing left to lose
Falling to pieces they crumble
Foundations lay lost in the sand
We’re searching for clues in the rubble
For anything to help us stand
These digital natives they stumble
Blindfolded and in foreign land
But the pieces that fit to the puzzle
Lay dormant and die by my hand
Foundations lay lost in the sand
We’re searching for clues in the rubble
For anything to help us stand
These digital natives they stumble
Blindfolded and in foreign land
But the pieces that fit to the puzzle
Lay dormant and die by my hand
I knew your face
Now all I need is your serial number
Going to school every day of the summer
To go to your job as a digital plumber
Lying in bed, sometimes I just wonder
Will I wake up from my virtual slumber?
Knowledge and powеr and we can’t encumber
Too many computеrs I think we’re outnumbered
Oh it’s not a problem
Like what the fuck dude are you serious?
So many noises I think I’m delirious
Updates keep coming out faster than furious
Taking my data for what I’m just curious
Can’t we just go back to radio Sirius
Started with nothing now living luxurious
Why is it always so fucking mysterious
Fuck the system, stop resisting
Raise a glass to the sky
Bad decisions, mad religions
Tainted until we die
Silver flasks and wooden casks help
The time go by
Sirens sing and tablets ding as
Orange fades to night
Falling to pieces they crumble
Foundations lay lost in the sand
We’re searching for clues in the rubble
For anything to help us stand
These digital natives they stumble
Blindfolded and in foreign land
But the pieces that fit to the puzzle
Lay dormant and die by my hand
Break the system of our nation
Thrust a fist into the fire
Children of this innovation
Fueled by this raw desire
A figment of imagination
Is now a label that’s required
Face to face communication
And no more fucking liars!
Call it the splinternet, this disconnect
A newfound segregation
Like distant galaxies we drift
Apart from same locations
Filling our heads with the false realization
That every damn person on god’s own creation
Agrees on the practice of public relations
Or any damn topic of argumentation
Make a mockery of our democracy
No doubt the heads will roll
As Gen Z takes the stage
A generation born to scroll
We forge identity in silence
While locked inside our rooms
The first born group of digital natives
With nothing left to lose
Falling to pieces they crumble
Foundations lay lost in the sand
We’re searching for clues in the rubble
For anything to help us stand
These digital natives they stumble
Blindfolded and in foreign land
But the pieces that fit to the puzzle
Lay dormant and die by my hand