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Infinitesimal
03:26
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Waiting here on something more
I couldn't see it for everything but now I'm sure
Galaxies trapped in small small spaces
Memory leaks from all the faces
And we say, it's better now than ever though
Isn't it great, how the information hangs above
But it's piping through the shorelines
Want more? That's fine
Stress the tension 'til it's wartime
Now there's no more, 'cause we all died
Maybe this connectedness is too much
Reciprocal feedback screeching loud I'm losing touch
But I find solace in the shared experience so
Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in
Infinitesimal, three zeroes after the decimal
It felt special to feel so small
Under the weight of it all
Infinite decibels are definitely deafening me
Within enclosed walls
We can all talk at once until our breath is expelled
And the collective gasp makes our lungs all swell
Make our lungs all swell
We're somewhere in between dying and dreaming
Digital lucidity adds DRM to the DMT
And I feel empty because all I see are
Brand new memes about bad new things
Is it self-fulfilling prophecy
To prepare ourselves for worsening?
Maybe this connectedness is too much
Reciprocal feedback screeching loud I'm losing touch
But I find solace in the shared experience so
Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in
Infinitesimal, three zeroes after the decimal
It felt special to feel so small
Under the weight of it all
Infinite decibels are definitely deafening me
Within enclosed walls
We can all talk at once until our breath is expelled
And the collective gasp makes our lungs all swell
Make our lungs all swell
Under the weight of it all
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2. |
Keep Wadin'
02:30
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I don't think it's better than drowning to keep wadin'
No refuge in sight, confusing spite in every word not chosen right
I don't wanna think "what if"s because it always gives in
I get livid and it's not fair
Take a second breathe and pipe down
Things got too loud, I hate when we fight
It just seems like it's past the edge when we
Recite this every night
I get tired, I get selfish
Everything you don't deserve
I've been feeling this it's hypnotism normalized
Then it's notarized, wait 'til it gets codified
I've been feeling this way for my whole entire life
Redundancies aside, I've made my mind up
I don't think it's really worth trying
Or defiling, I want something new
Founded in truth, and unobsessed with everything I choose to do
I don't wanna upload that and sell it to the technocrats
You're cut off or pinned on a map and it's not fair
Take a second breathe and pipe down
You're talking too loud anything can hear
My deepest fear is to lose everything 'cause it hit the wrong ears
I'm tired, I'm paranoid, everything you should avoid
I've been feeling this it's hypnotism normalized
Then it's notarized, wait 'til it gets codified
I've been feeling this way for my whole entire life
Redundancies aside, I've made my mind up
I've been feeling this it's hypnotism normalized
Then it's notarized, wait 'til it gets codified
I've been feeling this way for my whole entire life
Redundancies aside, I've made my mind up
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3. |
New Cells
03:04
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Woah, I can still remember a time
Fresh in my mind before the decline
Before we started sorting everything to categories
And made new cells to trap ourselves in
You think you know me best but no you don't
Loathe me when I wear my clothes
Because it's not what you think I should be wearing
It's scary, cause I just wanna live
Disgraced from unpainted unshaved faces
Can't take this, they do their best to erase this
And replace my patience with hatred for them
Again and again I'm left voiceless in my own fight
Take the knife twist it right, leave me bleedin'
Again and again "What if she's not what she says she's like"
What a sorry life, convince yourself you're even worth deceiving
Explaining existence I guess I'm getting used to it
(Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh uh uh)
Justifying my whole life I think I'm getting tired
Explaining existence I guess I'm getting used to it
(Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh uh uh)
Justifying my whole life I think I'm getting tired
Woah, everytime I go online
There's a new worst thing I've ever seen
How am I to stay objective, when I'm feeling uncollected
Cause I'm picked apart and strewn about by society
I see the hoops they jump through
And then backpedal when realizing it applies to them to
If it happens to me, it can happen to you
Again and again I'm left voiceless in my own fight
Take the knife twist it right, leave me bleedin'
Again and again "What if she's not what she says she's like"
What a sorry life, convince yourself you're even worth deceiving
Explaining existence I guess I'm getting used to it
(Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh uh uh)
Justifying my whole life I think I'm getting tired
Explaining existence I guess I'm getting used to it
(Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh uh uh)
Justifying my whole life I think I'm getting tired
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4. |
Pay In 4
04:05
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pay with your body to pay with the money you make
Pay with your body to make sure you're keeping in shape
Don't ask, don't ask why i feel so bad in this place
'Cause if you had the receptors connecting gestures and textures
It would leave a bad taste, i guarantee it'd leave a bad taste
If I free myself to rest and heal, I won't be able to survive
If I welcome debt into my life, it'll never subside
Born on the wrong side of the credit line
Forty or so years ago and it would've been fine
What do they mean it's not different?
What do they mean it's how it's always been
When we've tried all forms of dissent short of killing congressmen?
So you pay with your body to pay with the money you make
Pay with your body to make sure you're keeping in shape
Don't ask, don't ask why i feel so bad in this place
'Cause if you had the receptors connecting gestures and textures
It would leave a bad taste, i guarantee it'd leave a bad taste
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5. |
Doomscroll
02:39
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No one needs to know when I'm active, now I'm captive
Seen a million things that I've hated since this morning
Glowing rectangle, let me go
I don't have the time to doomscroll
Silly incoherent me
Uploaded myself to the bad discourse machine
I'm feeling overloaded
Personality is just a brand to be decoded
I'm learning and unlearning
Yearning for a future worth the world still turning
No one needs to pick apart my story, that just bores me
If you're filling gaps and assuming, then truly, you should just watch a movie
Go ahead and letterboxd my life
I won't stop until the average is a 4.9
Silly incoherent you
The bad discourse machine does more than ads can do
I'm feeling overloaded
Personality is just a brand to be decoded
I'm learning and unlearning
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6. |
Pre-Established Lives
04:12
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World's gone interactive, wish I could redact it
But I'll just sit here passive as if
It will be easy to get past this and shift the conscience
Along with, everything wrong with
Our pre-established lives on the outside
Keeping mouths wide, gawking in at the people that we dislike
Hate following is calling me to keep wallowing
This oughta be the last time that this thought repeats
An age of comparison where it's been
Relegated back to the garrison you fight with
Despite this, everything is fractured
And everyone's a critic howling laughter just like
Statler & Waldorf, switch me off the ball court
I'm tired, dehydrated, I've been playing for the past fortnight
I don't feel alright
Going manic second guessing all the things I've typed
Thinking why don't I get likes?
I keep coming here because I know how quickly it can be taken away
I've seen it in my lifetime
World's gone interactive, wish I could redact it
But I'll just sit here passive as if
It will be easy to get past this and shift the conscience
Along with, everything wrong with
Our pre-established lives on the outside
Keeping mouths wide, gawking in at the people that we dislike
Hate following is calling me to keep wallowing
This oughta be the last time that this thought repeats
I left my phone at home
I'm in the world all alone
Hope I know how to get home
I created this dead zone
Christopher Walken dialogue haunting
Tell me ow I'm gonna die
With loading screens in my eyes
Reading "failed to start" as my brain is fried
Across my eyelids, everything I did we be replayed
Continued on an endless loop
It's feeling like it's groundhog day
What can I say? The world's decay is eating out my insides
It's all server farms, electric cars
And asking where the drones fly and why?
World's gone interactive, wish I could redact it
But I'll just sit here passive as if
It will be easy to get past this and shift the conscience
Along with, everything wrong with
Our pre-established lives on the outside
Keeping mouths wide, gawking in at the people that we dislike
Hate following is calling me to keep wallowing
This oughta be the last time that this thought repeats
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7. |
Forty Years
01:55
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In forty years,
Will all of this just obfuscate the tree line?
Will we even go outside
When there's no carbon dioxide?
Cell towers stretch from the mountains and
I found that I am sicker of it than I thought I'd been.
What would going back even look like?
To get small again when everything's been made worldwide
Maybe we can hold accountable the hands that hold our lives
Yeah right. Yeah right.
In forty years
Will all of this be covered by a piplline
Will we even drink water when we're all just fodder for their crimes
I've given some thought
The answer is probably not.
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Sasha Acadia Massachusetts
pop: exploded apart
by an eternal ponderer of machinery
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