detour
Blank stares at a blank screen
This generation makes me wanna scream
Tryin’ to unplug this life
Backdrop your wallpaper back to reality
can you hear me
past the voicemails
past the emails
past the texts
and the messengers
what about the pages
all elated, so overrated
man I hate this
I just wanna see
Life for what it should be
How bout love, could it be our drug
Or will you stay with all the rest
Putting weed under your desk
Where are we goin , a technology detour
Circling the worst
Until we realize what we’ve hurt
Get connected with the earth
Dig your feet into the dirt
Plug into the sand
Go and shake a stranger’s hand
Before the world ends
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