Antisocial Media [Turkish translation]

[Verse 1]

Overwhelmed, overworked, overpaid

I’m on top of the world sitting pretty on a stack

but the static still cracks in my veins

At the bottom of the universe I’m feeling all the weight

People die for this

People lie for this

People suck and fuck some guy for this

Pay the toll for this

Sell their soul for this

Play my part, but what's my role in this?

I’m not built for this

All the guilt of this

And I don’t think I can deal with this

I'm too old for this

Gonna fold from this

People starvin’ and I get gold for this?

You all chalk me up

As some whiney fuck

Who’s stressed by success

Like my life sucks?

I get it, I know, it's such a conundrum

I get what I want but I can’t have much fun with it

It’s not the fame or the money I’m yearning

I don’t give a fuck about what I’ve been earning

But each day I wake up more blessed and I’m learning

Of all of these people I’m least to deserve it

[Verse 2]

I don’t deserve it

I try to be perfect, I’ll never be perfect

I’m not worth it

Keep lookin’ for answers I swear I’ve been searchin’

But come up short, and I give up quick

‘Cause if I found it, I think I'd be scared of it

You don’t see the scene that's behind the screen

And I urge you all to beware of it

It’s an interesting dichotomy

Of monetized sincerity

Stir up my insecurity

With constant uncertainty

Generation of Anxiety

The “Look at me” Society

Dubiety of piety

The gods all suffer silently

I’m sorry for my obsession with attention

I have ungodly fear of rejection

My apprehension and objection is the viral infection

Of dollars and followers in place of affection

What I need is a human connection

Not blue light and a foggy reflection

Of my misconception of my own perception

A result of too much introspection

They find my disinterest interesting

My depression, a funny thing

My decline is relatable

People love that I hate myself

People love that I hate myself

Yeah, they love that I hate myself

People love that I hate myself

People love that I hate myself

[Verse 3]

I climbed out of my head

And watched myself implode

A thought without a body

Ought to be a shot to take a load off

My brain is poisoned

And I’m searching for the antidote

But every time I find it

My defenses scream “Oh, no you don’t!”

Woah

But it's fine

No, really I'm fine

It’s just a matter of time

You’ll cross the line

And lose your mind

From time to time

I’m not crazy

But I feel crazy all a sudden

In a city never seeing

Snow or rain or leaves in autumn

Lose yourself in seasons

Not remembering that you forgot ‘em

Knocking on my door

I can’t confront ‘em, so I lock them

Out

[Verse 4]

But I don’t mind

No, I really don’t mind (Really don't mind)

'Cause believe it or not

It feels good to be forgot

From time to time (Time to time)

So, forget me

And please, God, forgive me

If you feel a touched underwhelmed

By all my overwhelming negativity (Negativity)

Who am I and when?

When’s my work day end

And where does me begin?

Are these my colleagues or my friends?

On a scale of 10 to 1,

Do you hate who I’ve become?

‘Cause I hate who I’ve become

• Artist:Gabbie Hanna
• Album:SPEAK