Take It Outside

(ooh-ooh) Kill the feed.

Burn the match.

A hundred faces flash by one tired thumb,

total brain rot makes the mind go numb.

Looking for a spark in a plastic place,

flipping through the void at a frantic pace.

Some guy poses with a dead fish to bait,

spinning a slot machine to find a date.

Another mirror selfie in a basic M-shirt,

this endless carousel is designed to hurt.

Kill the feed and burn the match.

Stop the scroll.

Drop the catch. Walk outside to breathe the air.

Face to face. Clear the space!

Someone spills cold brew right by the Starbucks stand,

catching a glance from a guy with a shaking hand.

No filters hide a genuinely weird little smile,

sitting and talking together for quite a while.

The awkward tension right here is incredibly based,

not a curated bio with a fake height placed.

Real chemistry hits way harder than a synthetic choice,

finally hearing an actual voice.

Kill the feed and burn the match.

Stop the scroll.

Leave the catch.

Walk outside and breathe the air.

Face to face. Clear the space!

Algorithms don't know shit about a real connection.

A matching score is just a projection.

Craving the messy moments and the stuttering speech.

Deleting the limits out of reach.

Kill the feed and burn the match!

Stop the scroll!

Drop the catch!

Walk outside to breathe the air.

Face to face. Clear the space...

(clear the space...)