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Description
drumming on keyboard, he keeps pressing Start as
nearly as fast as his beating heart and the
blood in his veins cannot contain the
endorphins and dopamine that are drowning his brain

"little screenager boy why won't you come out?"
the girls all scream and the boys all shout
but he doesn't hear them, oh no no no
over his ears his headphones must always go

like sugar or sex; crack and acid too
the e-void always has something new
some tidbit to read, something sordid to see
don't bother with chains; he doesn't want to be free

he makes many masks to hide his true face
some good, some bad, some with bite, some with grace
all his choices of self, all the ways he can go
the poor lad's lost himself and he doesn't even know

his family below, he knows what concern they share
but to drag them through his darkness wouldn't be fair
and those digital phantoms, his friends indeed
give him all the love he could ever want or need

so he'll type for you, friend, this screenager boy
while he clutches the machine like a child's favorite toy
he's long lost his soul, but he really doesn't care because
when the screen lights up reality's right there

Description
drumming on keyboard, he keeps pressing Start as
nearly as fast as his beating heart and the
blood in his veins cannot contain the
endorphins and dopamine that are drowning his brain

"little screenager boy why won't you come out?"
the girls all scream and the boys all shout
but he doesn't hear them, oh no no no
over his ears his headphones must always go

like sugar or sex; crack and acid too
the e-void always has something new
some tidbit to read, something sordid to see
don't bother with chains; he doesn't want to be free

he makes many masks to hide his true face
some good, some bad, some with bite, some with grace
all his choices of self, all the ways he can go
the poor lad's lost himself and he doesn't even know

his family below, he knows what concern they share
but to drag them through his darkness wouldn't be fair
and those digital phantoms, his friends indeed
give him all the love he could ever want or need

so he'll type for you, friend, this screenager boy
while he clutches the machine like a child's favorite toy
he's long lost his soul, but he really doesn't care because
when the screen lights up reality's right there