a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

replicator (of futurology) - survival of the privileged lyrics

prepackaged, post-atrophy
not damaged enough yet so i aggravate the malady
elevate my apathy up to dizzying heights
in the dead of the night, no light left seems right
i’m sick of my nervous system, a solipsistic novelist
[?], see my honesty, topple it
to f-ck with it
it’s never done me any good
‘cause success in this society is ‘bout looking out for you
if you’re not sociopathic, you don’t win the lottery
can’t be comp-ssionate when you’re building a monopoly
don’t talk to me, unless you’re feeding my ego
it doesn’t matter if you see me as a [?] or evil
either way, my name is on your lips
got so much money, i don’t even know what to do with it
traded derivatives to purchase your public services
level it, build a f-cking shop and [?] on top of it and what?
it’s not as if i don’t have precedence
we all profit from death and bathe down on its decadence
no need for evidence with this one track mind
self-preservation’s the name of the game, f-ck being kind
you couldn’t handle living in my mind for a single day
tiger blood, cocaine and rum [?] social decay
it’s every man for himself in this god forsaken cesspit
and if you talk too much, i can have you arrested
[?], my reptilian brother
crushing numbers, motherf-cker, don’t keep the c-nts in a slumber
under the thumb of my economic regime
long live the market, i’m f-cking living the dream
i’ll never sleep, i have to spread my influence as far as i can
once i have, i’ll be more than a man
i’ll be a god, call it manifest destiny
no empathy, that’s heresy to this heavyweight
heaven’s gate, i’ll privatize that sh-t too and laugh
as you scramble through the good book, searching for clues
they’re scared to debt, and they’re scared to look
they shook ‘cause ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks
f-ck crack, i’m slinging structural adjustment policies
privatizing industries profiting off of war and hate
[?] my economies, repping the corporatocracy
and as for blame, don’t hate the player, hate the game they play

- replicator of futurology lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS