21st Century Machine

People on the airwaves always preach who I should be

How to dress

How to talk

Baby how to breathe

Wicked artist use their limber fingers

To paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to be

I'm not alive if I'm not on illegal weed

I'm not in love without a man sitting next to me

Someone tell me if this is all an illusion

Or if I'm just a cog in the

21st Century machine

It's the place to be

In the 21st Century Machine

Shelf light and live precariously

Sipping on rosè is your best solution

Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion

Then

Sit back and do it all over again

You only live once, Friday nights your only friend

And you shouldn't worry

About your weight

And trust me when you're not looking they'll all still say you look great

Oh they'll still say you look great

I'm in peril, they wanna give me hell

They look at me with hungry eyes as I'm another Infidel

But oh they like me

That's why they wish me well

That's why they pull me gently as I'm trapped inside their meld