You're getting lost in a YouTube hole
A talking head's bidding for your soul
And it's a hashtag feedback loop with a soundtrack
You're begging to see what unfolds
All they want is for you to pay, pay, pay
Doesn't matter what they've got to say, say, say
But you will never learn
Throw away your Fender guitar
Now this is who you are, propping up the ego bar
In the trash with the repertoire
To trade in the bizarre, influencer killed the rockstar
They sell a smile with an inspo quote
Repost a para full of some vague hope
Well this is freebase clickbait, soon they're gonna tax hate
'Cause it's about the banknotes
All they want is for you to pay, pay, pay
Doesn't matter what they've got to say, say, say
But you will never learn
Throw away your Fender guitar
Now this is who you are, propping up the ego bar
In the trash with the repertoire
To trade in the bizarre, influencer killed the rockstar
Your videos are edited to shimmer, pop, and shine
You are you own protagonist, the author and the rhyme
To live to tell the tale, and the tale is the life
You've trademarked your name, and you soul's in copyrights
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All they want is for you to pay, pay, pay
Doesn't matter what they've got to say, say, say
But you will never learn
Throw away your Fender guitar
Now this is who you are, propping up the ego bar
In the trash with the repertoire
To trade in the bizarre, influencer killed the rockstar
In the fire with your music sheets
It's what you want to be, Internet personality
To the dogs with the rock 'n' roll dream
It's crazy now to see theoretician of conspiracy
And all the other things of no cultural or intellectual value whatsoever
Forget music, art, a prospect of dialogical engagement with another
This is your life now
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