Marching into battle with a standard issue iPhone
Fighting for the future from the war room that is my home
Loving every minute that I'm in it on my war thrown
Fingers on the trigger I get bigger I get more known
Words make mighty weapons as the poet trolls have shown
Words can win elections even if they can't break bones
I don't fear rejection from a world that I've disowned
I reject you first I'll do just fine all on my own
Stockholm syndrome
I'm working for the outrage machine
Making nightmares out of everybody's dreams
I can capture all your moments I can capture all your focus
I can push all of your buttons I'm a master of hypnosis
I can activate emotions with the motion of my phone
When I capture your attention you are mine you are owned
I can buy you I can sell you I can tell you where to go
I can feed you all the facts that you'll ever need to know
You'll thank me you'll pay me you'll let me in your home
I'll sell off all your secrets but you'll never be alone
Stockholm syndrome
I'm working for the outrage machine
Making nightmares out of everybody's dreams