Slip, slide, I think I'll go and hide, going to lie myself in a darkened room

What the heck, the gadget, and the tech, downbeat stuff, not good to be around

Grim News is giving me the blues, when all you hear is doom and gloom

Downbeat stuff, not good to be around, ply myself with a white noise sound

I'll take myself to some, desert island, that's desolate and wild

I'll find myself some, isolation, and run around like a barefoot child

Media views, just make angry, I can feel my stress level rise

Modern life can be overwhelming, I try to hard then apologise