(And you've got to put your bodies)
(Upon the gears and upon the wheels)
Feel the beatdown, bitch
Life's just a dream
Then you bleed, that's it
(That's it)
Yellin' "smoke 'em if you got 'em!"
Color of a TV
Toilet full of vomit
Glitchy little mind-crime hybrid
Kilobyte child with the
Hive-mind eyes stitched
Baptized in Wi-Fi
While I (choose to pretend)
Dead eyes
Fiendin' for a dexadrine
Bled, tied to the
Shape of somethin' epicene (Like this)
Red glow
Addicted to the reverie
Remedy is synethetic
Silicone and polyethylene
Blue-screened by fumes and e-waste
All doomed, assume it's D-Day
Oh dae-su, with the
Hippo-camp degrade
Data detuned to evaporate
Colors fading
Sink into the mud
The mud
(Evaporate)
Is it just a feature
Or a bug?
A bug?
(Evaporate)
(There's a time)
(When the operation of the machine)
(Becomes so odious)
(Makes you so so sick at heart)
(That you can't take part)
I could kill it in my sleep
Blood drops drippin'
On the motherfuckin' beat
Internet embedded in my head
Call it Indra's net
Tryna keep it movin'
To the flickers of my death
Netkid with no home
Tough shit slit wrist
With a broken iPhone
(No!)
Spirit of an MP-3
(Lost in memory)
I just killed you in my dreams
Tear drops dripping
Down the center of my cheeks
Roll ribs around the flush weeds
A Penny down the river
Where souls are sold feeds
Just a flicker, then you're dead
Wound gaping in the corner of your head
(No!)
Spirit of a PNG
(Lost in reverie)
Colors fading
Sink into the mud
The mud
(Evaporate)
Is it just a feature
Or a bug?
A bug?
(Evaporate)
(You can't take part)
(And you've got to put your bodies)
(Upon the gears and upon the wheels)
(Upon the levers)
(Upon all the apparatus)
(And you got to make it stop)
Feel the beatdown, bitch
Life's just a dream
Then you bleed, that's it
Feel the beatdown, bitch
Life's just a dream
Then you bleed, that's it
Feel the beatdown, bitch
Life's just a dream
Then you bleed, that's it
Feel the beatdown, bitch
Life's just a dream-
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