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replicator (of futurology) – hell of a thing lyrics

woke up, put pen to page
i had a bad dream and i’ve got a vent of rage
that’s three nights now of the same sh-t
brokenhearted, roaming through the apocalypse
heavy weaponry, locked and loaded
firefighting with subconscious omens
a museum to my unhinged psyche
a mausoleum is what i end up writing
don’t get me wrong, i think we all have a darkness
just the last few weeks makes me consistent
insisting to permeate through every situation heavily
is it testament? am i ignoring something?
once my physiology’s starting to bear the brunt
‘cause i’ve been sleeping in one most days
i’ve got feelings that i harbor in cages
and i ain’t heard the guttural grunts in ages
the only place they get a say is when i run these pages
fragrant a highest in the nature paper
hatred dousing like rain on a pavement
a cyber punk dystopia
that anime engrossing us
eyes widen light and swelling white
i wrote eight songs in a f-cking night
so inspiring, so terrifying
so hardwired to be televised
so distant from discipline
so vigilantly ignorant
insisting that every stage will bear wisdom
riddled with fear from my last kinship
but you listening to anything i say?
or am i just a blank slant to project your disdain?
i can’t wait to close my eyes, indulge that death that lies deep in my bed, that head trip of the hypnagogic
close my windows to this world and a new one opens

put pen to page
put pen to page, yeah, uh
i put pen to page
woke up, put pen to page
put pen to page, yeah

eyes widen light and swelling white
i wrote eight songs in a…
so inspiring
so terrifying
hardwired, televised

- replicator of futurology lyrics

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