Goodbye, Google
it has to be done, it has to be done starve them, war of attrition
we go somewhere else we leave our ghosts it has to be done
it can’t be avoided we can’t stay here and we can’t stay there with our old lives our old needs
we have to simply leave them before they kill us and we don’t have weapons we only have to walk away
well, we might have to run and we might have to hide
we just have to rip ourselves free with our minds lose a limb, lose a lip we have to go or die blindly and leave them behind
and leave our old haunts and our networks and doctors and our stores and brands and cars it’s us who has to leave it they won’t leave us they’ll suck our blood dry
the illusion of stuck is real to a horse stuck in the mud no threats or bribes will move her no sweet talk no tug no beg
they’re waiting for us to leave this and we’re saying we can't