Hard Shell Invader- Clouds of Carbon (lyrics)
I hate this credit embrace the chaos I'm just a slave to a greater authority. yeah, fuck the government. Bread and circuses yeah, fuck the people. critical mass of idiots
I know that I soon will be dead.
Trying to find ways to survive working nine to five fighting the rhythm gotta be on time arrive alive notion of the wise got me going like the commotion from an ocean of lies Tried and I've tried
disguised myself but don't you realize I'm not a real guy my gaze is empty like the spaces in your brain that stimulate envy Im your fucking enemy, Only i seem friendly a machine of many remedies
death is part of me my future is bleak.
I hate this credit embrace the chaos I'm just a slave to a greater authority yeah, fuck the government, bread and circuses yeah, fuck the people. critical mass of idiots.
I know that I soon will be dead.
Give me your thoughts, your personality, your dreams. I'm going to eat them all and puke them down the sink. Give me your identity, least that you owe me, an eternity of yearning I reap what Im sowing
determined concerning the things that Im owning your life is forgoing some change deranging your cells rearranging your hell, you will die probably of cancer the elusive answer to balance and
sustainability. Rationally uncompassionately thrashing our exponentially growing race, face the demons we create clouds of carbon clog our fate the toxic fumes they sting our face feeding our hate and hopelessness bowing to great composites they all accomplices all causing tremendous pain
corporations of disdain they control my brain.
Why do i try to remain inexistent?
I know that I soon will be dead.
FUCK YEAHH !
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