B4-mt-h Lyrics

Tom Block B4-mt-h

Our culture caught a virus
we clicked "ok" now it proceeds
we stopped thinking on our own
and started needing needless needs

I'm a b4-mt-h
will you implant me a sensor?
to control my temper?
to control my passion?

Every imperfection
every agression
gets covered with plastic
that's the cause of my depression

I'm a b4-mt-h
will you implant me a sensor?
to control my temper?
to control my passion?

I'm a b4-mt-h
I'm from before this empty age