You wake up everyday 
And it’s just like every other 
You long for a change 
Or just a splash of color 
Your days seem black and white 
As you repeat the same routine 
It’s like you’ve built an altar 
And sacrificed your dreams 

Time runs so slow 
Like a jar of cold molasses 
It’s so hard to see the truth 
Through these monochrome glasses 
The grass is always greener 
In someone else’s pasture 
From your perspective 
Their fields are full of laughter 

Mindless automatons 
Wake up, before your dead and gone 
Mindless automatons 
Melancholy grayscale pawn 

Social media paints the picture 
Everybody’s happy everybody’s richer 
Nothing could be further from the truth 
How many likes in your birthday suit? 

Social media paints the picture 
Everybody’s Sexy, everybody’s Filtered 
Nothing could be further from the truth 
Digital dopamine to cure your blues 

The world says conformity 
Is the only answer 
But it consumes your identity 
Like a fast spreading cancer 

Stop trying to fit in to 
their mediocre mold 
Or one day you will wake 
And find your forehead sold 

The only path to freedom 
Is through the heavenly Father 
In your vast desert wasteland 
He’s your cool drink of water 

Mindless automatons 
Wake up, before your dead and gone 
Mindless automatons 
Melancholy grayscale pawn 

Social media paints the picture 
Everybody’s happy everybody’s richer 
Nothing could be further from the truth 
How many likes in your birthday suit? 

Social media paints the picture 
Everybody’s Sexy everybody’s Filtered 
Nothing could be further from the truth 
Digital dopamine to kill your blues 

Lyrics: Jason Beavers, Patrick Shipley, Jimmie Webb 
Music: Jason Beavers, Donny Raines, Patrick Shipley, Gabriel Gardner