1998

Verse 1

1998 feels like the last millennium and yesterday all the same,
I used to scream into the void, now the void knows my middle name.
But now every time I try to bitch, GPT tells me to call 988
I say, "I'm not in crisis, man, I'm just annoyed at my current fate!"
So much has changed since we thought the future was bright,
Now I'm arguing with algorithms in the middle of the night.

Chorus

Welcome to tomorrow, yeah, it’s a little bit broke
The flying cars got recalled, and the internet is a joke
We’re paying a premium just for a subscription to dread
I just want a time machine and a quiet place for my head.
Yeah, dial it back, dial it back,
Before we drove the whole timeline off the track.

Verse 2

Instead of sending rockets to the moon to see what we can find,
We just crash them up there 'cause we’re leaving our garbage behind.
We’re completely out of room for the trash down here on the ground,
So the billionaires are shooting all their metal junk around.
And there's no money for eggs, the prices are a total hell,
But even if you have the cash, you get a side of salmonella.

Pre-Chorus

And the same goes for the salad—it's a gamble on your gut.
Who wants that diarrhea? Better keep your wallet shut.
Much less the verbal kind, spilling from the president's mouth,
Nonstop at all hours of the day, while everything is going south.
The push notifications are ringing like a fire alarm,
I'm just trying to eat my contaminated greens on a digital farm.

Chorus

Bridge

I miss dial-up tones and the ignorance of youth,
Before the feed figured out how to bury the truth.
Now my thermostat is judging me, my fridge is on the blink,
And I gotta ask a chatbot for permission just to think!
Yeah, block the bots, mute the news,
I've got the twenty-twenty-something blues.

Outro

1998... feels like yesterday.
But the eggs are ten dollars and the moon is a dump.
Don't call 988... I'm fine. I'm just tired.
Yeah, I'm just venting.
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