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replicator (of futurology) - inconsequential lyrics

[verse 1]
a statement to preface this
i feel hopeless and vacant as i stay [?] to greatness suspended above my head
cosmic oceans dive and frolic
i blazed it all up and struggle to swallow the awestruck
i’m nothing but a hot mess talking nonsense
[?] making progress
but i gotta confess that my conscience is haunted from the content that i don’t vent
my chest heaves under the sheer weight of the word
i want to trust in love but i’ve had too many dust-ups and now i’m f-cked
my eyes have sunk so far into my skull i can’t think
‘nother trinket to buy out what’s left of this broken spirit
i’m so livid with so little energy
once again i pen of a sentence towards a better memory
tripping heavily, bleeding life down the drain
sounding off about this brain that i won’t [?] and [?], mate
no one to help me explain so they’re all i’ve got so i attempt to anyway, ah
yeah they’re all i’ve got so i’ll attempt to anyway ‘cause

[chorus]
‘cause i don’t wanna wake up one day and face certain death for somebody else’s consequence
i’ve got nothing to defend and everything to learn so, so

[verse 2]
i’ve been living in deep forest, forage for honest knowledge to stop my [?] like falling
no job description can fit the rhythm i live in, definitive driven
no eye conviction, the circ-mstances i sit in, the facts have been twisted up
the outside world sits like a cruel joke
i refuse to approach the hoax, offering up a new hope
coping mechanisms left me in a million different shattered schisms
can’t craft division, mad enough to heal every crack in the fission
here we all sit in the eye of the storm, waiting for the crash to dip out, comply and conform
survive when it’s [?] when it starts descending
to the darkest depths of the human psyche played out on a ruined claim
and can’t offer a helping hand, i’m too sp-ced out
too many routines and rituals drowns out the sound of the profound
a brief intermission turns intergalactic tragedy
an interim spat verbatim into the jaws of apathy
i can’t even focus for five minutes to f-cking save myself
but i can zone to a low drone [?] ’til i fade out
oceanic consciousness trapped inside this h–rders box
either i blow these locks with the flows i’ve got and i’m so [?] in a capitalist plot, nah
no i hope i pray i think no
my dopey brain is switched off, the plot twist, no liftoff
set type, if this is anything like the last time, prepare to see no sunlight and write until your fingers break
‘cause i don’t like sh-t, i don’t go outside
i smoke dope and write rhymes and f-ck you and i write and ask [?]

[chorus]
‘cause i don’t wanna wake up one day and face certain death for somebody else’s consequence
i’ve got nothing to defend and everything to learn so

- replicator of futurology lyrics

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