Net Addict ft. Saint Sleep

What's the point of trying if everyone looks down on me?

Lockpicking every door in life I can but I'm running out of keys

I waste my life thinking "Is there any more of this?"

When the roof caves in, I'll sleep under a bridge

I focus on the now because I got no built future

Ranting stuff about real life but entitle it cringe humor

Gibbertalk to the wall but instead it's a bunch of losers

Who supposedly know better about noise and call themselves album reviewers

And yes, I had an AOTY—

Account with a page of the user score being fifty-five

But I caved in and deleted that crap right as I write

These lyrics with self-judgement but no closer to suicide (damn)