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