Our Forfeited Friends
Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 7:51 am
OUR FORFEITED FRIENDS
by Macaque Attack
Verse 1
Know my forum admin who kills off flaming,
for online gaming and he's in Berlin.
But who’s that guy at Number 5?
Looked him in the eye but walked on by.
Subtle nod to a geezer as he took a breather,
from his bench press fever preceding a seizure.
Don't mean to be rude, don't like to intrude,
Only spoke to the dude, in a WhatsApp Group.
Chorus 1
Isolation's our fixation, how society ends.
Detached, divided, from our forfeited friends.
Rejection's our selection, it's how tolerance ends.
Separated, severed, from our forfeited friends.
Verse 2
Bright ambulance lights cut through the night,
screams out of sight and out of mind.
Collar up, head down, and headphones loud,
as I push on to town, drive through the crowd.
Back now on my street, lights pulse, sirens bleat,
No one there to grieve, as they drape the sheet.
No neighbours came, no one to blame,
But all the same I wish I'd got her name.
Chorus 2
Isolation's our fixation, how society ends.
Detached, divided, from our forfeited friends.
Rejection's our selection, it's how tolerance ends.
Separated, severed, from our forfeited friends.
Verse 3
There's a nagging feeling that we're all concealing,
palms sweat, mind reeling, it's quite revealing.
Sunday lunch bemoaned in the family home.
Who'll be first to groan, and check their phone.
The draw of the newsfeed makes us succeed,
Taking social backseats, our minds incomplete.
Gotta break this madness, re-colour this blandness,
rethink our process, and step back to progress.
Chorus 3
Besotted and devoted to social media feeds,
the digital detachment of a world through a screen.
Echo chamber living, I can choose who to be.
Anonymous, faceless, behind my smokescreen.
Isolation's our fixation, how society ends.
Detached, divided, from our forfeited friends.
Rejection's our selection, it's how tolerance ends.
Separated, severed, from our forfeited friends.
by Macaque Attack
Verse 1
Know my forum admin who kills off flaming,
for online gaming and he's in Berlin.
But who’s that guy at Number 5?
Looked him in the eye but walked on by.
Subtle nod to a geezer as he took a breather,
from his bench press fever preceding a seizure.
Don't mean to be rude, don't like to intrude,
Only spoke to the dude, in a WhatsApp Group.
Chorus 1
Isolation's our fixation, how society ends.
Detached, divided, from our forfeited friends.
Rejection's our selection, it's how tolerance ends.
Separated, severed, from our forfeited friends.
Verse 2
Bright ambulance lights cut through the night,
screams out of sight and out of mind.
Collar up, head down, and headphones loud,
as I push on to town, drive through the crowd.
Back now on my street, lights pulse, sirens bleat,
No one there to grieve, as they drape the sheet.
No neighbours came, no one to blame,
But all the same I wish I'd got her name.
Chorus 2
Isolation's our fixation, how society ends.
Detached, divided, from our forfeited friends.
Rejection's our selection, it's how tolerance ends.
Separated, severed, from our forfeited friends.
Verse 3
There's a nagging feeling that we're all concealing,
palms sweat, mind reeling, it's quite revealing.
Sunday lunch bemoaned in the family home.
Who'll be first to groan, and check their phone.
The draw of the newsfeed makes us succeed,
Taking social backseats, our minds incomplete.
Gotta break this madness, re-colour this blandness,
rethink our process, and step back to progress.
Chorus 3
Besotted and devoted to social media feeds,
the digital detachment of a world through a screen.
Echo chamber living, I can choose who to be.
Anonymous, faceless, behind my smokescreen.
Isolation's our fixation, how society ends.
Detached, divided, from our forfeited friends.
Rejection's our selection, it's how tolerance ends.
Separated, severed, from our forfeited friends.