Zuckerpunch

Robotic, hypnotic, Amazonian shopping For the masses And your cache says need a little more plastic In your life, bro, is that right, no? All your clothes from sweatshops And their saviour is your labour Social handcuff enslavement Your search history is no mystery Rim shot, kick, clap, hold From the South Beach to the cold East The middle East and Rome It's tweet this, snap that All the things that make you go, mmm A Zuckerpunch and a cold ass lunch, don't speak 'til you've been told So walk with me down memory pain When the phone in your pocket only had a few games Said, "Yes, Mister, please help me beliеve, don't patronise, no" Is this clickbait my new safе space? Sit back and do what you're told So walk with me down memory pain When the phone in your pocket only had a few games One snake, two snakes, now it's your brain Throw me the keys to your cuffs, and then I'll be on my way So walk with me down memory lane When the phone in your pocket only had a few games Are you willing to change your business module In the interest of protecting individual privacy? Congresswoman, I'm not sure what that means