Green Screen
You exist off the screen
Wonder if man in a room
Circled by fields of green
Flying low into the trees
We exist on the screen
Computer, can you hear me?
Understand more than ones and zeroes?
Computer, are you listening?
Thousands and millions of lifeless animation
Longing for organic matter
That mailbox looks like a droid
These aren't the droids you're looking for
We're not asking for this fancy digital shit
Original is way legit
Our beloved, ripped at the seams
We beg of you, don't make a scene
