They sit back and watch the world regress.

We approach a new age of American. stress

Every anxious youth is put to the test.

No one showed them the truth so they’ll just have to guess.

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Distracting the mind with artificial friendship.

Manufactured anxiety, attached to the hip.

Cycles of confusion, a deep, dark trip.

How many of us are slowly losing grip?

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The sun goes down and the bed bugs bite.

The heart’s engaged in a never-ending fight.

Pedal to the metal with no end in sight.

We’re all speeding towards a red light.