(Intro)
Mas tragem Lucifer pra mim(but, bring lucifer to me).
Em uma bandeja pra mim(on a tray for me).
(Verse)
Tis I, a roaming round townian,
Scoping us bloated trout.
We shift afloat in grizzly open mouth;
Locals of shrouded malcontent.
Flopping off wired currents, cyber flourish sprouts no flower stems.
Fog comprised inertia bogged the global eye from clouded lens.
Sound the rousing cleanse, dirty destined to purging tech binge.
How many fucking search engines will you have wrung to learn a lesson?
Now, I don't mean to seem detached from this happily strung up tapestry.
I'd just rather see a rough patch crush this hashtag academy.
Like Confucius viewing school plays, we pupils graze from food trays.
No nutrients consumed, but gruel to fuel the shaded hues grey.
We fuse into a putrid mass, ballooning through the roof a tomb rate;
A cruising route's shoe-in to YouTubing doomsday.
All this techno consumption appeases coping corporate jackals.
Brain cell function? Welcome hemoglobin stored in capsules.
Just a mule's generation shaped in making pixels crystal clear.
Sunk in the abyss, I laugh. You asked, "Do we get signal here?"
(Outro)
Let the fires forge everything I've ever needed.
If I afford, I engorge. I'm depleted.
When hell has risen, I will summon him calmly.
Em uma bandeja pra mim.
credits
from Genericana EP,
released August 8, 2013
Instrumental: Captain Murphy - The Killing Joke (Reworked)
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Mike Hehir
@DiqueMike / theanalogjam.com