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replicator (of futurology) - burden lyrics

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…untouchable, uncrushable
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untouchable, uncrushable
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[verse 1]
a fifty hour work week’s a sure-fired f-ck
maintained non-rhymes done in one line, what’s up?
i send my blessings to the p-ssive activist
but i’m a m-s-ch-st wrapped in a mannequin that’s wearing thin
this cosmic spinning top is a war-zone
make no mistake, culture is fake and snakes sneak in the gr-ss everyday
and i’m not talking dealers and users
i mean the preachers on the news
i mean the products we consume
i mean the thoughts that we produce when we’re pushed and bruised by economics
i pen the most honest prophecy and forget the profit, ah
all lies on the offer
i’m sorry if i come across as awkward
that’s just how i jot it
‘cause i got a lot of problems that want solving
i’m calling all the pedagogues to f-cking get involved like
the ground is heating up beneath my feet
anxiety bleeds deep with its cheap frills
i see the ends of days, the theatrical malevolence of austerity measures and heavily armed devils
ecosystem leveled, population growing
past the point of no return without a sign of slowing
i know it’s hard to look at it but we have to open our eyes
no failsafe [?] can save our lives
it’s just us
and there is no other
no need to wonder where we got all the problems that we burden

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untouchable, uncrushable
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blunted in a 600

untouchable, uncrushable
blunted in a 600
blunted in a 600

[verse 2]
it’s all in our backs, so please don’t run
don’t pull that back, don’t spill no blood
don’t listen to the man in the suit and the tie
all you’ll hear is lies to obfuscate and confuse
can talk truce ’til they’re convenient to the product they sell
programmed to react like a pavlovian spell
there’s been a terror attack, there’s been a drop in the market
there’s an alternative to that but it doesn’t bear discussion ‘cause it gets in the way of all this money we make and the privilege it creates for me and all of my mates
know what i’m saying? this is our game and we’re not playing
too busy discussing all the rules and regulations
jotting the trials and the tribulations
and the arbitrary nation states, we stay and wait for the perfect date to start that will never come
shot through the heart by a bio-cycle social gun
i wish that i could stop running, find a love to live enough
and living off chasing the sun and changing the world
but i’m boxed up with no escape from the overbearing mind-f-ck of living these days
i’m feeling strange, jagged edged and electric, skeptic and misaligned, nauseous and hectic
on the edge of a death wish or ready for transcendence
it’s dependent on how it ends, a rhetorical question, yes

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untouchable, uncrushable
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blunted in a 600

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