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replicator (of futurology) – atlas fucked كلمات اغاني

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crisis beckons, finally i learnt to suppress these senses
against intuition, against this electronic life sentence
‘cause this gl-ss-eyed stare at that screen is theoretically never-ending
i was certain [?] that the proliferation of information technology meant that we’d exist in our own wee boxes with autonomy
but the machine stops, ask e.m. forster
and the longer that we reside in thought, the more it’ll cost us

7 billion and counting, a net growth per day of 4,000
100,000 smart phones will be sold today, as our collective consciousness atrophies
never collect on the debt of society, the capitalist in us intrinsic
sell off the natural resources, sh-t out the gas and electric
my ephedrine ethics, a perfect synthetic, unfetter the market, let’s get paralytic
so pathetic it’s somehow impressive, extreme wealth is my only objective

and there’s no hope for collective action
party politics makes me feel alienated and abandoned
all c-nts in suits have ever done to me is objection handled
and they are never reprimanded for their horrible actions

‘cause forests are dying and soil is eroding; there’s droughts that’s on-going while bombs are exploding
this cognitive ocean, i exist as an anxious consumer and f-ck all else
ya got f-ck all wealth, on a relative scale, constant poor health for this thin white male
in society’s concrete jungle, the apex predators wearing shark suits, it’s
time to rip them out by their roots
in me you’ll find no conclusions, just collude and keep moving
building social movements

capital versus organization, that’s the one true fight we’ve always been facing
media makes us displaced with sensation, to place us in our ident-ty cages
but gave us no agency to change it, behave as though sisyphus will make it
social rigidity, so compete for your safety net
you’re free to chase social status, but never socialist emanc-p-tion
news at 6 headlines make you raging, sweet catharsis, shout at the television
sign this pet-tion, get a facebook page, dine on the divisions, woe for the human race
keep hands and feet in the political parameters, ’til you’re powerless and can’t do any damage

you are nothing but a hedge fund bet, on screens hanging up in wall street
when your mind’s nothing but real estate
you say, “f-ck it, mate, i’ve got attention deficit”
to not fit inside the box that society moulds for you is a revolutionary action
so seize that magick, push that praxis, abandon every facet of society’s madness
’til the last fossil fuel is extracted, ’til children born in poverty’s a thing of the past
’til the demands of organized labour translate to tangible action
the most important task
don’t remain p-ssive

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we’re living through the time of technological vacants
the age of self-awareness mixed with ecocidal patience
we’re living in a time where time itself is at a standstill
all logic exhausted, masters of all sk!lls
what’s left, after the memetic evolution?
we search for solutions in a journey with no conclusions
and people talk of waking up while they’re fast asleep
counting sheep and listening to their chosen pastors preach, past belief
we’ve commodified every value and judgement, antagonistic and ugly
what the h-ll is this? f-cking capitalism? well, patent pending
no manifest destiny so much as chancing it to the getaway
this is what grows in the gap where clarity should have been
glued to the screen, a lucid dream you cannot control
p-ss go, work for a wage, praise or hate the nation state
maintain the status game, will this sh-t ever change?

just keep working, don’t rock the boat, you need that next pay-slip to keep yourself afloat
well how true is that? i guess i’ll never find out, the system offers me just enough to hold me down
never push the drastic actions, instead i sit with a scowl
m-sses are growing restless, just threaten our pensions
austerity tightens, lower the food prices, an epidemic of depression, extend everyone’s credit

we have to rip the limb that holds the hand that feed us from the body politic
the only effective actions left are the extreme
we can’t be discreet in the face of genuine defeat
beliefs are neat but dreams can only exist against the backdrop of reality
gradually we’ve forgotten the ground beneath our feet
too busy caught in our egos that we’ve bought into deceit
the private equity and speculative investment probably won’t seem as relevant when they’re lying on their deathbed
so tell me, was your company really so philanthropic?
work yourself to death, then they bill you for the coffin
it’s easy to believe your contribution’s important
really we’re just cogs they can dispose of at any moment
profits might be soaring but there’s a deficit of hope
i’ve heard far too many stories of folks struggling to cope
we’re tryna make ends meet, there’s no time for philosophy
so it’s in their best interests to keep us struggling with poverty
with the chance to stop and think we’d see it’s all by design
and it could all be dismantled with a little pressure and time
but they pray on our frailties, and they prey on our fears
monetize our anxieties, kick it into high gear
keep us focused on divisions, tricked to shun the community
atomized individuals seeking retail therapy
profit over people, and only power over profit
and this system we’re locked in rewards this hollow logic so

i’ma get f-cked up, i’ma drink myself to death
f-cking technologies of the self ‘cause i meditate everyday and i’m still stressed ‘cause
economics f-cks you up, i’ma sell my labour to the lowest bidder
pop a hundred pills, live in sin and pull the trigger
be 57, living on a couch, no chance of owning a house ‘cause
i’ma get f-cked up
but don’t pretend that psychedelics gonna help me earn a living
f-ck you hippy dippy c-nts, your vegan communes
that is revolution sung, your maw and da’s tune like
i’ma get f-cked up
‘cause all the world’s ethics were decided on amphetamine
adrenaline is better than beliefs, never practice what i preach
tangled in this slavery of speech, i can’t even breathe

bleeding hearts but closed minds lack action, and when they do act, they don’t act transparent
bleeding hearts but closed minds lack action, and when they do act, they don’t act transparent
bleeding hearts but closed minds lack action, and when they do act, they don’t act transparent
bleeding hearts but closed minds lack action, and when they do act, they don’t act transparent

i wish i could influence politics as easy as i influence my consciousness
i wish i could influence politics as easy as i influence my consciousness
i wish i could influence politics as easy as i influence my consciousness
i said i wish i could influence politics as easy as i influence my consciousness

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broadcasting live from the end of humanity, feeling stoic in my last frozen moment of clarity
the irony bitter as it b-tters the daily bread, a consolation gifted from a facebook thread
i heard our knowledge is but a drop in the ocean, acidified now, and left polemically impotent
i curse injustice despite being its benefactor, like a winner of a poker game upon the t-tanic

it seems fitting, the results of climate change are climactic
thought i was winning when they found that oil under the arctic
turns out infinite growth, it cannot be sustained
and now everyone’s desperate to point the finger of blame
but i’m a victim of this system, ignorant of my privilege
innocent as poor folks and immigrants i incriminate
don’t question the foundation, if you stay complacent
we’ll occasionally raise the minimum wage, mate

we’ve been given the right to be righteous, without the responsibility
patching holes in the scaffold and acting like it’s a victory
victims of a culture born of perceived scarcity
that no longer exist but we still code for genetically
is there an enemy or is it just lack of awareness?
that smothers a few in gluttony and leaves the rest homeless
a cosmic vehicle but we can’t see over the dashboard
a mad horde runs the crash course, just has hope
that someone’s in control, that there’s a failsafe
that we can afford to bank on a last minute escape
in the meantime, we worship at the altar of profit
not stopping the bombing ’til i leave in a gold-gilded coffin
and p-ss down the wealth, continue the cycle
proliferate the problems for the sake of a t-tle
fuel the boom and bust, the movement of global capital
he who gives a f-ck about others doesn’t stand a chance
so we pour gasoline on the fire to protect ourselves from burning
and think happy thoughts as the world ceases to turn
in this anti-economy, there is no autonomy
even freedom and liberty are owned by corporate monopoly

where do we go from here?
‘cause i’ll soon give into the fear on my screen
i want to kick up a fuss, make a scene
but i’m getting old, man, and this world’s too cold

where do we go from here?
‘cause i could give into the fear on my phone
atomized activists acting alone
just p-ssive targets in a global market

where do we go from here?
‘cause i’ll be subsumed by the fear on my streets
i just take drugs, i don’t eat, i don’t sleep
violence is constant, when folk are so lost

where do we go from here? informed by my hate and my fear i will vote
and those who once comfortably gloated shall choke
so content in their privilege, ’til the consequences aren’t so distant

- replicator of futurology

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