Atmosphere - Commodities lyrics

[Chorus] Everybody, everybody want to be somebody Go gotta be, there's no probably You can talk to me after the party It's just monotony, human commodities [Slug] Don't you just, don't you just love that profile page? Where we use our voice and take the stage Just to get repped for future endeavors When you only special as physical measurements Pardon me if what I speak seems amiss Like anyone, we looking for a reason to exist Validate the little ego cause we seeking it But we only get attention from the neediest Sex symbolic, took it literal But the visual change with the wind that blows And it shows cause we don't tiptoe We got the tendencies to disclose too much info Everybody, everybody want to be famous yeah So we ask Santa Claus for fake tits huh Let's take steps to embrace the objectification and fix your face next Yeah you're attractive, anyone's attractive What? That's not magic, in fact when I last checked you got casted as an extra, fantastic But why don't you tone it down to bout half as dramatic Can't dance past without a glance at the gla** Still won't admit that you practised that accent Your personalities are canvas You wanna impress me? Go fix a decent sandwich Come on chuckles, grab a cluster of struggles Muster up the guts to tattoo 'em on your knuckles Broken models causing troubles Frozen nostrils, solve that puzzle How many photo albums full of self-indulgence? Cellphones, so portraits can be helmed on your favorite internet social network rebellion Got me wondering what the f** you selling [Chorus: 2X]