Verse 1

Post digital antique, all age and no mystique

I read my fortune yesterday, prognosis looking bleak

It’s an aesthetic coup like everything you do

I do I do I do

Verse 2

We never stood a chance, it’s barely worth a glance

I’ll sip my coffee and relinquish power in advance

Oh how could we refuse, it’s a relief to lose

To you to you to you

Chorus

Zoom zoom zoom

Oh you’re the final generation

Zoom zoom zoom

You’re gonna be the death of me

Bridge

Take this mantle

Off my shoulders

It never really suited me at all