Fast Times by The Famines Lyrics

Dear the internet
Look what you’re doing to us
Making things so fast, we cannot keep up
And that feeling of inadequacy you spread around so well
Has that American smell

Too fast, to go

Dear computer
Look what you're doing to us
Sitting around all day in desks
Getting closer to death
And that feeling of inadequacy
That you spread around so well
Is gonna kill, I can tell

I check my e-mail 700 times a day
Though I don't get anything
I don't know why
Why? I don't know
But I know it
Isn't well