الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Tell me everything you’re feeling as of late
The things you’ve done with the friends you fake.
As if anyone asked in the first place.
Where’s the sustenance in being ostentatious?
Your life is governed by news feeds and notifications
And what better way to harbor pity
Than telling everyone who passed away
And how much they meant to me
Like it’s a competition
You should learn to keep to yourself
And all I want is for everyone to be aware of
Their own transparency
Instead of practicing modesty
You plaster your life on cell phone screens for all to see
I guess you’ll never get it
Nothing’s sacred
Fed up with this generation of too much information
There isn’t anything social about it
Because of the way you regurgitate
Your bullshit into cyberspace
Spreading ignorance like common plague
I can’t stand it
It’s pathetic
And all I want is for everyone to be aware of
Their own transparency
Instead of practicing modesty
You plaster your life on cell phone screens for all to see
I guess you’ll never get it
Nothing’s sacred
Nothing's sacred
