Living in Hell-Vetica
Calm
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Let me take you to a place with no postage come closer Rats and roaches blinking neon sign hypnosis Opioids we're overdosing, turning kids to ghosts and Broken bottle hopeless, sipping till cirrhosis Viruses and locusts, we admire the soulless Technology to control us, that's why we can't focus We gave earth tuberculosis, she's choking on her own spit I pity the prognosis, dystopias the diagnosis Jackson Pollock blood splatters in the slaughterhouses lead in the water can't tell where the slaughter house is Staring in a black mirror the satellites wanna steer I used to dodge deer now we dodge drones with fear History books and amnesia, propaganda's what they teach us Television anesthesia, while they dig the grave beneath ya Saw a 100 foot hologram advertisement ballerina Down on Alameda watch me deconstruct it like Derrida What is this? A world with nothing? A world with no, freedom, freedom Piano keys yellow from the nicotine, the hammers scream Graffitied epiphanies, saying go protect the salmon stream Ouija board symphony, dead soul, the grammars clean End of days periphery, walking towards the grander scheme Orchards and trees, the truth is in the berry leaves War birds and thieves, the spooks wanna bury me Cranes in the sky blink, with flags from invaders Tech crusaders, link traders with the future as a wager Got the weather going crazy like gods fucking with the faders Speculators stock market collapsing like arctic glaciers Spectators speculate going to work for their jailers Life's a conveyor, obey, vote for your favorite dictator Street preacher serenaders with eyes like two craters Screaming what's the difference between a thief and a mayor Living in Hell-Vetica tagging in times new roman Watch it fall off the wall and burn to ash like an omen What is this? A world with nothing? A world with no, freedom, freedom Under a dying sun and dead moon, I listen to the dead move Orange bottles in the bedroom, milligrams of dead truths Sirens sound like Buckley humming hallelujah Anti smile pills scattered in Shibuya Candy wrappers, road kill, man this city's so ill Wine bottles, scratch tickets, take another hope pill Vomit that control pill, I wrote this with a crow quill If the cops don't kill you, the hackers and the code will No Tocqueville, just Joe Hill, singing with asbestos breath Two of us made it out of the mine, the rest are dead Hellscape, looking like Hieronymus Bosch palette got tossed Replicant, no empathy, mass destruction from the autonomous bots Satellite procession gazing down the gorgon stare Eyes like keyholes inside I see the warden there She said you are not the story and you are not the hero This is a math lesson on how to count to zero
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