The Great Worm

Feed Feed on fear Self loathing sentiment that swallows Everything you hold dear Forget the notion Of attention That made you whore your whole sense of self To be judged by your peers In your feed Drink in the timeline Distorting everything through filtered glimpses Into your life But you're a glutton For the attention Self-worth is mundane clicks that feed you your Manufactured pride Chew, swallow, engorge yourself (The tide is rising) Chug, swallow the social wealth (The time is near) Chew, swallow, maim yourself (Their bellies are almost full) Chew, vomit, kill yourself (No longer welcome here) The tide is rising The time is near Their bellies are almost full No longer welcome here So keep feeding Doomscroll through life Keep drinking Until you burst Keep eating Eat up the recognition Keep drinking Insatiable thirst And now I feed