we are that technology illiterate (consciously and subconsciously)

it's just a little red button
that truck looks like it's gonna eat my little car
that smartphone is a remote control
the phones have destroyed initiative
they can't say shit
it's not a chevy aveo, not all cars are the same
it was a trick!
i concede to the man in my head
same shape, same size, same color
i had the heat turned up to 78 degrees
this "weather" keeps on fluctuating
i talk on my phone outta spite
i get mad at inanimate objects
the symbol of the Cross terrifies those that are possessed