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replicator (of futurology) - nequam sonitus كلمات الأغنية

nequam sonitus, pointless noise
dead end believers of a noiseless point
the finger of blame laying squarely in a circle
soiled with lingering stains of a parasitic culture

i’d swear i was free, in a previous existence
but unfair fees left me grieving a distance
deceived, seeking a pittance just to witness the atrocity exhibition

left witless, intuition turns indecision
sometimes it feels like i need permission
for these ideas to come to fruition
but forget the melody and the rhythm for a minute
‘cause i’ve stripped this back to make sure that you listen

see i’d like to believe that my words carry meaning
just like a bird’s cares are fleeting
or the earth’s axis is spinning
divulging opinions, first written then spoken
never quitting or choking, just hoping
that i could bring some hope to the hopeless
give a voice to the voiceless
boister the boisterous and leave them paranoid and noiseless… point

anointed, written across a torn page
floorboards creak as i feign another fake face
cut, paste the blind rage, plead as it p-sses unnoticed
another waste upon a stage, bleeding, shattered and frozen
i camp inside calm for a moment until it’s cruelly ripped asunder
in a world so blatantly broken
all i ever do is wonder about others, and what they wonder

what do our perspectives share, and where do they differ?
do they consider themselves indifferent to the issues that matter?
do they live with abandon?
or adhere to a status quo
until they crash land into a chasm of self pity and woe?
do they believe in themselves?
do they believe in other people?
do they let their habits dwell
’til they become inflated egos?
my sense of self is feeble, held down by multiverses
densely quenching evil, leaving people trapped in trenches
visualization of success is not helping
it’s just leaving me restless
questioning questions on the edge of a never-ending precipice

at night i toss and turn, hoping that the fear’ll leave me soon enough
either that or crash and burn, content in calling a blind man’s bluff
my time’s up, left feeling solemn
but times are tough so it ends up borrowed… filled with sorrow
for memories i can no longer remember
i hit the bottle with moral mottos
end up cleansed and dismembered
turgid and worthless, am i nothing but circuits
wired into a mainframe that’s main output is disdain
inputting data and vomit out worthless observations
insolent, wayward? my doubts aren’t worth contemplation

a condemned native, condemning the condemnation
for it’s lack of relative patience
disband this sedative nation
with my onomatopoeic mentalist cadence
all my concepts seem so basic or at least until i’m forced to explain them

because no one will listen
i guess that they think i’m naive
so they attempt to force submission
-ssuming that i’ll just concede
well i’m a dreamer, not a fool
and i’m using this pen as my weapon
because when cynicism becomes cool
and infiltrates the general consensus
all that’s left is a generation
willing to shrug it off and move along
using indifference as protection
from a cold world with happy songs

committing auditory homicide in the name of fading belief
and enabling national genocides just so they can be comfortable where they sleep
the price of convenience is more than we could ever imagine
fully immersed ourselves in greed
leaving us soulless and over-demanding
impatient and lacking understanding

apathetic and vapid
with talents vanquished for a cheap laugh
paralytic and cackling
from malice practiced on a weak man
vulnerability is weakness in this land of cheapened bleakness
our sensibilities are t–tering over a cliff of deepening ignorance

and as i stand atop and stare into an unfathomable distance
an ontological, homeostatic, self-reinforcing system
i cannot choose whether to impart judgement or wisdom
and i can’t tell if this is the end, or only the beginning

nequam sonitus, useless noise

- replicator of futurology

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