You know, that I don’t have any right to complain. 
privileges show that I've got time, enough to be hesitating
transparent roots tell that I had options to detour
can't give you one reason why I chose to be like this 
fetishize the world underneath, too scared to pull it out

'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys
endless time to feel the guilt
Too cold to make them linger on
I'm a 21st century, depressed human being
don't know how to control the hate inside
but has it for which pills work the best 
ain't life mysterious?

Audinjee - 21st century (depressed boy)

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