milk carton kids, the
nothing is real
you're fooling yourself
i'm sick to my stomach
there's got to be somethin' else
your mother's a program
you're losing your mind
true love is binary
beauty's a lie
i don't mind
how could i?
open your heart
all that you feel
is coded imprisoned
in pixels and algorithms
the wind isn't blowing
the sun doesn't shine
songs are just subroutines
value's assigned
how could i mind?