generación digital

At night I can never turn off my mind
I fall asleep while staring at my phone
It's a constant dopamine hit
The best way to overthink

I always find something new that I don’t have
Someone to compare myself to
I want that millennial dream
To be what everyone wants to see

Trying to do everything, I end up doing nothing
Mom tells me that’s not normal
I graduated from school through a screen
It was funny and a bit surreal

I’m an expert at locking myself in my head
Swearing I’m falling behind
And I hate that I care too much about how others see me

Digital generation
Kids raised by the internet
They call us the joke of the real world
But the world is ending and we’re still standing
Maybe it’s funny in the end

I look for something outside until I lose myself
No one teaches you not to do it this way
I don’t want to think about it
I also don’t want to feel that one day you won’t be young
If you were born after 2000

She slowly becomes obsessed with editing her face in photos
Wants to be someone else, have green eyes
And a smaller nose
Secretly envies all her friends

And it can’t be that I always think something’s wrong with me
I’m a blind puppet looking for a manual
The product of an environment
Where nothing, never anything is enough

Digital generation
Kids raised by the internet
They call us the joke of the real world
But the world is ending and we’re still standing
Maybe it’s funny in the end

I look for something outside until I lose myself
No one teaches you not to do it this way
I don’t want to think about it
I also don’t want to feel that one day you won’t be young
If you were born after 2000

How far will we go?
How far will we go?
Will we be able to get there?
I hope we can get there
Digital generation

The more I grow, the more I want to live
Something tangible that I can feel
Drown out all the noise and stop telling me
That one day you won’t be young
If you were born after 2000

It seems to be written in the mountains
Or in the sand when it hits the sea
In the order of the lines on my palms
In the duel of David against Goliath

If the things that seem imperfect
Are the ones that spark the most curiosity
Life wouldn’t be worth living
If we turn everything artificial