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tantra sweet - appalachia lyrics

this is automaton ramadan
the robot phenomenon
obsoleted the human race
and overtook the industry
and turned us into human slaves
automaton ramadan
but we don’t give a f+ck
make your own luck
and battle to the end
and don’t submit to phony consciousness
society amend the changin way of life
the ancient humans had no clue that we’d be
rampant with technology
abuse of it’s ample enough to
sample post punk
held the smoke in your lungs
i’m bout to amp this sh+t up
when i was bout 5 years old
my brother told me that the hospital would take over thе city
filled the paranoia in me from thе onset
the folks online said just be yourself and everything will follow
i’m imprisoned to technology this world is so hollow
imma swallow my words in a few decade
but as for now i’ll move out on the road
f+ck the system, not a debt slave
i’m net made
i grew up in a world i call netiquity
before the corporate fascists came online and tried to censor me
they hate dissenting voices
so don’t ever try to censor me
f+ck you ellen pao
right in the kisser
infamy’s the name of the game onto the 22nd century
they live in me, the evil thoughts attack me like it’s infantry
i guess they been inside of me since the infancy the embryonic cell
led me through the gates of h+ll, i blame the system
financial troubles bred the narcissism in the family tree
the lonely teen that was me bred misogyny
i caught myself, choked up the pill
scared my conscious ain’t real and i’m a corporate shill
i lost my train of thought
january 28, 2014, i’m 18, and sleep deprived
the visine didn’t clear my eyes
i wrote about a dream i had in my notebook, that got me shook
tech+industrial society, the walls were closin in on my anxiety and quietly
drivin down a country road i saw construction zones all set up
an obstruction to a home
tried to tear them down
they kept me out
told me that i’m not allowed to see the truth
i’m just a human, i’d abuse it but the music in my
veins, tells me different
maybe i’m the chosen one and my whole purpose for existence
was to find my soul in rhythms and free the masses from tyranny
mental instability, fact+checkin my misery

i’m the top one in kyova
not two
i’m number one in the region
phony rappers can’t stay alive inside this legion of gloom
born inside their tombs
i can’t blame em
dead since the kaboom was the a/ky, htown, and big iron
let me wire some facts into your brain
50 years ago metropolis was covered in train tracks and steel
middle class thrivin out to the hills
drivin fast, sixty+four sixty, death of the city
that’s ubran sprawl
spread it out decentralize it all
shipped the jobs to another land
filled the streets with opium
i’ve seen enough talent wasted at the hands of the man
but the ones in power say they got a plan
we need a new vision for a new appalachia
the 21st century’s here, been throwin stacks at the top
tax cuts make economies flop, kansas on the record
trickled down to chalk, birds smokin rocks
around here, it ain’t to different
the middle class regurgitate lies from politicians
lost in expenses
lost in endless shifts for sh+tlins
like occult religion
autocrats thrive on this division
they cause confusion
misinformation and propaganda
decisive diction distortin the vision, americana
i had a dream that i could change it with a camera
now i’m stuck behind a mask with no voice, speakin in tangents like
where’d the dream go?
where the cash at?
maybe it’s my own d+mn fault i lack stacks
or maybe it’s the result of an antiquated system injectin debt into the citizens back
maybe it’s this or maybe it’s that
or maybe f+ckin uncle sam forgot about his heart attack in 28
the doctor wrote a script that made the nation great for a select few
forgotten families failed to fill their plates now
a billionaire is not your friend
can you face it?
a billionaire is not your friend
don’t get complacent
a billionaire is not your friend
say it with me
a lost generation is dyin to end the misery

- tantra sweet lyrics

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