So dull cold and lifeless software sterilizes away the human likeness
So smooth bland and soulless insipid imitation the saddest situation
All the best ones have gone and left us
And what we are left with is much less impressive
It's all paint by numbers kids pushing buttons we're all growing numb
As this Old Man Yells at Clouds
Its a choice to make this garbage or live impoverished being honest
While some corporate posers profit
All the best ones have gone and left us
And what we are left with is much less impressive
It's all paint by numbers kids pushing buttons we're all growing numb
As this Old Man Yells at Clouds
Nostalgia clouds your judgment
I can still remember just how great it wasn't
