If the tune Worms doesn't give you a good indication of the kind of band we're talking about, then you might want to go give a full listen to their latest album.
Here's a lyric from it:
I had a dream I was under the ground My friends and family were buried all around and a Worm took a bite of me And then he washed it down with a bite of you The same worms that eat me will someday eat you too
Anyway, their song Man Made of Meat struck a chord when I heard it. Especially this lyric:
if it was 1970, I'd have a job a a factory I am a man that's made of meat You're on the internet looking at feet I hate almost everything that I see And I just wanna disappear
I kinda feel that. Especially when I'm sitting there looking at people (my fiancee?) waste away their life doomscrolling. But then again, I do .... this -- so can I really judge?
The whole song rallies together a lot of the angst, dread and spiritual turmoil that seems to be endemic of young folks in this digital generation.
Here are the lyrics:
Huh, ah! Okay, alright Okay, alright Okay, okay Alright Overweight freaks ride around on wheelchairs Motorized by electric motors made by goblins in a factory overseas They're there to buy drywall and other products That they can eat back at home on the sofa They watch TV, they watch TV about a man named Chandler Bing Who died in a freak hot tubbing accident And spent his time drinking hot dog flavored water On a popular TV show called Tub Girls I don't wanna pay for anything Clothes and food and drugs for free If it was 1970 I'd have a job at a factory I am a man that's made of meat You're on the internet looking at feet I hate almost everything that I see And I just wanna disappear Okay, alright Okay, alright Okay, alright M'kay I stand outside of the McDonald's I'm, uh, flexing my muscles 'til I explode I hope they see me in the drive-thru lane I, I hope they see me in the drive-thru lane I stand outside of the LL Bean I'm trying to get some free woman sweaters You know what I mean? I hope they see me in the drive-thru lane I hope, I hope they, I hope they, I hope they I don't wanna pay for anything Clothes and food and drugs for free If it was 1970 I'd have a job at a factory I am a man that's made of meat You're on the internet looking at feet I hate almost everything that I see And I just wanna disappear I'm subscribed to your mom's OnlyFans I spent five bucks a month to get pictures of her flappy giblets And I spent another ten dollars a month to chat with her on the AI chat program It feels great I don't wanna pay for anything Clothes and food and drugs for free If it was 1970 I'd have a job at a factory I am a man that's made of meat You're on the internet looking at feet I hate almost everything that I see And I just wanna disappear Yeah