Kodoku by Epidemic The Emcee Lyrics
I love the taste of chemicals, I don't know what I mean but they know that I mean it. Maybe it's the olestra in the chips we're eating, preventing the absorption of minerals as they're disposed through the leakage. I'm not seeking subsidies, they're just another sub to snags, the surface is never seamless. Nothing is as it seems regardless of claims that we've seen it. What's abstract to you is actually as clear as your view of your limit, the ceiling. The shore is never unremitting, the peace is deceiving. Just like my mind and what's in it. You know the world's messed up when you can't see clear through an LCD, 1080p, HD screen. As I perceive the illusion in a delusive manner, I am deceived by confusion, ungripped by the sanner, left loosely fragile. The legerity increases, the decomposition of my ego is now agile, digestive thoughts in an ocean vended in ample, the shoreline was trampled, forthwith masses are dexterous, can ingress and have access to examples and samples, as they all laugh and listen to their conventional music, abusing amusement, with a plethora of enlightenment, they're clueless, in their grasp the knowledge is useless. I don't hide behind the facade of academic language, my knowledge isn't scholastic, so my intuition would never vanquish, products of manufactured consent encompassing while in anguish
Products of manufactured consent encompassing while in anguish. As they're laughing, disintegrating language, contemporary robotic sheep in prairies functioning on caffeine, functioning in proportion to what's on the screens. Hopeless androids don't dream. [x2]
Hopeless androids don't dream [x8]
Products of manufactured consent encompassing while in anguish. As they're laughing, disintegrating language, contemporary robotic sheep in prairies functioning on caffeine, functioning in proportion to what's on the screens. Hopeless androids don't dream. [x2]
Hopeless androids don't dream [x8]