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replicator (of futurology) – atlas loved كلمات اغاني

digital pagan, a post historic agent, opposed to occupation, emanc-p-ted
we are all frustrated but atomized
satellites keeping us satisfied
babies of the code from the first moment of birth completely engrossed in a different world
uneasy electronic rabbit holes
we set the b-ss line, pull the casket closed
i don’t ask for much, sit at home, smoke weed and read books, seek truth, with no proof
untied, aloof, past my sell by date
i’ll concentrate when the date’s past set
and there’s nothing left in my wake, i blow through like a hurricane mutate in ways too strange for radiation with a fading p-ssion in constant transit
i’m an ocean of nature, a
circadian cycle that
holds no crowns and
bears no t-tles
insight burns brightest in the dead of night
when the cold sits crisp that’s when my phenotype is feeling right so you want militant modernity, well, how’d you plan to get there, mate? a
sickle wielded heavily without little lucid communities
sovereign from a destiny, we just scr-p in the belly of the beast  clumsily beat defeat, run for the sweet retreat, peace
naw, i don’t think so, no time for pragmatism, we’d be trapped inside a schism faster than we could make a decision
we’ll listen when the dust has settled
in the meantime let’s go f-ckin’ mental
revel for the rebels that we’ve never really dealt with
dancing in the dest-tution left by neoliberalism
laughter is sickening but never cease partic-p-tion
through this individualistic prison, consequences seem so distant
i can list them but don’t live it, b-tch about the privilege i exhibit  bodies twisting, mangled mental, damaged, rusting, angered tensions
left lamenting the lack of love that we’re given
to live is not enough, it seems i can’t resist these persistent beliefs existence is nothing without vivid dreams to be seen
something has to lie over those horizons
if there’s nothing i’ll just say f-ck it and die right where i’m standing
the last thing i can be is p-ssive
an anxious m-ssive attack of intangible tangents that you canny handle
a post-modern madness, that’s the sh-t i inhabit
don’t often grapple with the practical battles, just laugh at memes
‘cause there’s this palpable fear that maybe nothing is real, nothing has meaning, nothing is deep or important, sure is a potent notion
maybe we vote for postponement of a precocious hope fundamental to any movement we care to conceive
the death of peace, the dismantling of ideology
tragic cartesian narratives of destruction and avarice

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i fry chicken for a living, clock out and spit sick rhythms
try to fight the system and also live with the dissonance
k!ll ‘em with the sibilance, simple shills can sink in sh-t
selling souls for silt for the rich, ships sink with tighter lips than this
tectonic totality, i’m no known for a grammy, but if these words dinnae damage ye, then you’re probably alright
i am here all night, against the best of my intentions, getting drunk and f-cked up and hoping it goes without a mention
’cause see the patter is gold
i’ve got hope, i’m an old soul, and if no then some cold flows and some dope if all else folds
i will float your boat, with these potent quotes
don’t go for broke, get in a focused zone, soak your bones,  capitalist realism is what i’m living with
cannae see through the schisms, left adrift with only my wits myths so pernicious they flirt with every decision
i’m tryna cling to my mind, search for hope beyond the system  even though we know it’s broke, folks struggle to cope
continue to choke on the book of the culture we’re sold
told the end of the world is more likely than wealth redistribution
no hope for the future, just crooked jurisprudence
but look how this fluent movement leaps from my tongue
remains intelligent, embellished with genuine sentiment and love  and i am only one of the billions on this planet, striving to make it better while living life so haphazard
i’m one bounced pay-slip away from taking up arms
i remember once being told that the future was ours
but it’s been packaged and sold off to float on the market
and with the damage done so far, and the darkness that it harkens, it doesn’t bear contemplation
can you even imagine not being able to breathe on the very planet we inhabit, when entire nation states face desertification, and you would murder your neighbor for the salvation of water?

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like lambs to the cosmic slaughter when the oceans collide
and there’s no moses in sight, just hierarchies of elite parasites h–rding resources, close to omnipotent
does that seem hyperbolic? well it starts with a banker’s bonus
it starts with homelessness gone ignored
and local city counselors that act like they’re chairman of the board
i know we’re all bored, h-ll we’re f-cking exhausted
but time is running out, as long as the clock ticks it’ll cost us
so up and onwards, let’s find a positive vision
a world without capitalism, no divisions and paint it vivid
get livid, every minute, about the conditions that you live in
gain wisdom from listening to others who live within it
’cause there’s no shortage of ideas of how to change this place
cbi, vertical farming and circular cityscapes
technology could usher in a new age of human equity
and soon we’ll have nothing to lose but the chains of our creditors
through seven levels of debtors h-ll
i’m extending myself as a brand to be sold
but i am not an economic unit
i am a living breathing soul and i won’t ever lose hope
through seven levels of debtors h-ll
i’m extending myself as a brand to be sold
but i am not an economic unit
i am a living breathing soul and i won’t ever lose hope

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from this day forth
until i leave this world
i will not conflate
my self-hatred with a means of change
what i’m tryna say
the burden of this place
is not one individuals to take
together we must raise a sense of social ecology
and finally be at peace

- replicator of futurology

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