The lightbulb is updating
And I sit in the dark
Picking at my nose
With the invisible hand
How many songwriters
Does it take to screw a tune?
To get the record done on time?
To maximize demand?

While Palantir sells us to LAPD
I get jealous when someone I know’s on TV
It’s a sleight of machine
To distract and deceive see how
Everyone’s clapping for free

The lightbulb is updating
We both look through my phone
You know lightbulbs only die
To maximize demand

If you’re burning out you better keep that shit in mind cause if you’re

Writing the record
You must want it heard
And return on investment
Is all but assured
Success is a steal
Where the price is obscured
If you’re doing it right
Then it won’t even hurt
If I’m doing it right
Then I won’t feel a thing
I’m a brain in a jar
I’m a face on a screen
Liberated, good lookin, and good at relating
Now everyone’s clapping for me!