Other Bomethius
Wrestlessness

So, do you remember being a kid, and having adults tell you that you couldn't fill in the blank because "you're a kid and not an adult like me, and since I'm an adult I know things?" Well, here's the anthem for that. We are, all of us, just high-schoolers that had a birthday. Once you are enough birthdays removed from your senior year you begin to realize that social media has rendered the mess of adulthood picturesque. And now we can "like" each other's messes. Whomst amongst you is wearing the best disguise?
In a sentence this song is comprised by this: The collective madness consumed by individuals, so monomaniacally infatuated with their respective image(s), they became the collective.
"Let's join hands and burn the house down."

Lyrics:

Is that voice in your head, or is it in mine? I don't know... I thought I heard it vibrate.

My ears are ringing, somebody stop the noise. My toes are tired, and it hurts to blink.

We are all individuals the host proclaimed. Why do we all have to think the same?

Press the like button, and burn down our future. Everyone's a mess but me. Millions of losers.

After that your guess is as good as mine