Fill in the blanks of your design Technological desire In truth they seek to comfort minds But comfort is a liar You eat, you sleep You think you couldn't be more tired And all the looks and the clicks Insatiable belief that you need it to feel a little higher There are sights cameras won't see There is no grasping time You walked right past opportunity It's always coming back to haunt you And in the darkest of the nights It comes to haunt me when I sleep I cannot speak I cannot scream Still I don't believe You smell like rotten cheese And hugs like loneliness To throw around my stuff is not clever enough But you do it regardless There are sights cameras won't see There is no grasping time You walked right past opportunity It's always coming back to haunt you Now