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replicator (of futurology) - consciou$ lyrics

causing national outrage by making the nation conscious
caught up in this thoughtless world of matrix doctrines
i feel like i’m locked in, i’m locked down
i don’t have no crown to wear, i’m not prepared, too scared to bear this burden on our back
i lack coordination and my final destination is patience but i hate this waiting
i always just feel forsaken by a god that i don’t even believe exists and now it’s come to this, the cruelest of twists, well i insist that this is madness
but n0body ever listens
their eyes just glisten and haze, i start to sicken with rage
i just wanna rip up this page, break out of my f-cking cage
i feel so furious, so crazed, caught up in this daze for f-cking days and then
as my vision returns i’m beginning to learn about myself again, self–ssess my ascension
don’t yearn for attention, just learn to count your blessings to lessen the pain of a life lived in vain for material gain
they say don’t hate the player, hate the game, but the game is made up of players so i don’t know where to aim the blame
such a shame, what’s in a brain? and now he’s stowed it away into a waste of unconscious state, still in constant debate
but they may begin to procrastinate and now here we stand and wait for dawn to break across the hills
toss back the pills, don’t worry about the cost of the thrill or the fact that this ignorance is now instilled
so i try to capture my anger on the pad, this is driving me mad
my mind’s uneasy, can’t keep these thoughts sustained
i think too hard, i’m pr-ne to migraines, random nosebleeds and headaches
self-medicate to alleviate the sickness
is this all predicated upon my existence?
and if so then what’s the point of bearing witness to all this pain and suffering?
i feel the veins in my brain stomping and cracking onto the pavement
and no one even pays attention
could use some friends, numb, cut and paste
i’ve broken away, new matrix shines like golden gates
[?] broken [?], molded like clay
release my conscience even just for today
and i promise you i’ll find my wings and f-cking fly away

what happens to the truth in our history books?
it was written today, is all fate
what happens to the truth in our history books?
or is the truth just too hard to take?

i’ve lived my entire life trapped inside a cage
i harbor all this anger way more than someone twice my age
i try to craft these lines intent to capture all that rage
but as time drifts on i realize that i can’t put it on a page

- replicator of futurology lyrics

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