LYRIC FOR SALE

By DJ V.Chris

Sleepwalkers.

[verse] How deep is the fake.
Now that the artificial is awake.
And the digital divide is more than one line.

[verse] Hyper-surveillance
jeopardizing privacy.
Ignorance birthing complacency.
What is the future we envision?
Are we even in it?

[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise.
Can you hear my cries cries cries.

[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars.

[verse] We look out and fret about the future of the planet.
I worry there’s a future without us in it..
Is there time to make a difference that won’t end our existence?

[verse] We’re hovering
As if we have no ground on which to stand.
We are settling
Like houses built on sand

[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.

[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars.

[verse]
We’re losing familiarity
Growing a cult of impersonality
We’re left to our own devices
Some devices can't be left because they’re inside of us.

[refrain] We’re the architects of our demise. Can you hear my cries, cries, cries.

[chorus] We’re asleep at the wheel.
Now hallucinations are real. Sleepwalking into self driving cars. We may wake up on Mars. Mars. Mars. Mars.

Sleepwalkers
Stay woke yall
Stay woke..

Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers