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replicator (of futurology) - anatomy of volition lyrics

[terence mckenna clip]
(and this is something… and i don’t really wanna get off on this tear because it’s a lecture in itself but… culture is not your friend. culture is for other people’s convenience and the convenience of various inst-tutions, churches, companies. it is not your friend. it insults you. it disempowers you. it uses and abuses you. the culture is a perversion. it fetishizes objects, creates consumer mania. it preaches endless forms of false happiness, endless forms of false understanding. it invites people to diminish themselves and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines.)

[verse]
the anatomy of volition is a very tricky question
a slippery slope to stand on while you search for definition
pleased to meet ya
i’m the [?] sneaking through your speakers
please be seated as the weakness is beaten from nonbelievers, uh
nah, really [?] can’t be f-cked with all the b-n-lity
die on my feet or live life on my knees
for all of the people that talk about peace
sometimes being equal, i’d say that depends
protect us [?] sentence is stress
convention [?] upon less
so i guess that i’m set [?] circles ingest
lyrical dexterity
but in my mind it [?] the infinite complexity
momentarily i conjure up a melody
open my eyes and there it is reflecting straight back at me
reality, what f-cking h-ll is that what we call it
simultaneously apprehended, [?] a profit
it’s vomit, it’s nonsense, it’s horrid, it’s dishonest
and worst of all it’s morphing from its orchard to [?]
the only thing i’m pessimistic about is pessimism
the sad state we live in can’t be helped with pure cynicism
but neither am i optimistic about the optimist who [?] and wishes instead of heaving water out of the boat that’s sinking
call it overthinking ‘cause i’m getting closer to the edge
the breath weighs heavy in my chest
i vomit back all i ingest and do my best not to exist in this circus
just observe from the distance of a different circadian rhythm
i pick apart with precision this twisted vaudevillian system
and end up wrestling with the bars of my own linguistic prison
i just try to keep a balance and maintain definition
or try to preach or be dismissive, just desperate for someone to listen
tryin’ to summon the wisdom of something long forgotten
in front of a wall of noises drowning out all the problems that it’s creating

- replicator of futurology lyrics

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