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letra de bakkah: history of humankind - emay

we manufactured our tower of cards
in the midst of a jet’s engine
not beside it or behind it but in front of it
we confronted it as it roared glorious and thunderous
the structure is notoriously ulcerous
the more powerful the gorier the culture is

mankind; we named it as if man’s kind
it’s kind of comedic, i mean…. it’s a landslide
when every test is a testament to our bad sides

the sun’s dormant. and he paid the doorman to never tell his whereabouts
i heard he shares a house with all things beautiful
pretty much all things suitable, and that of importance that we don’t care about
trodden on an arid route
desperate, bland in desolate land
bereft, indefinite, cleft in the sand
we pretended as if the destined was sketched in a hand
progresses neglected, the heavens detested askance

but it’s hard to build a house when every piece of wood is eaten up
and scotty’s too wasted for to beam us up
we’re shoegazing with heavy plates placed on our necks trying to see what’s up
but it’s hard to really blame us when i see it’s tough
to construct a solid idea when the scene is rough
so to raise low spirits in the warships, we built a house of worship
huma- -nity. that’s humanity’s core split
i think we’re driven by livid-eyes
listen, i’m telling you where the torque sits
we think survival’s just eating. living as corpses
the factor; e’s just telling you how the fork lifts

the point i’m getting at is powerful don’t switch the slides
we failed to stab into the planet so we dig the skies
and we shouted as we were puffy, proud
“what’s brick and mortar to a fluffy cloud?
restrictive borders to a sunny shroud?
mortals to immortals in a lucky town?
where the sheriffs only tariff
on the parish is to cherish every tarot
that he’s lugging down
be supportive whether he’s feeding weak or he’s slugging rounds.”

our unrefined peeled lips has made us idealists
because extreme thirst causes a mirage to sp-wn
only takes a charismatic leader and an entourage
screaming, “lead us to emphatic leisure and a long m-ssage!”
concocted heaven as an attempt to evacuate
stringent. a contingent consistent, never to vacillate
we masquerade zealous in jealousy but we mask hurrays
perpetually rose into an amber shade of anger, rage
maybe the model that we’ve been using is insufficient
we’re twitching. without an ounce of nutrition. or a fix for these glitches
all i hear’s a bunch of sounds unfounded on a sound foundation
i’m itching, to get to switching
i can see us through a telescope
using and abusing one another then they sell us hope
complain and they tell us “cope”

but who’s encountered the zenith zone?
they’ve only said it was set in stone but never showed
people whipped and no longer electrified. dead sparks
red marks. i couldn’t fully see it ‘till i read marx
how populations are divided and subsided into cl-sses
the lower strata fighting for their masters
disastrous disasters. asterisk the patterns and you’ll see it stripped
reality is vast but we can read the script
pages polluted with clamor
change is protruding, enamored in all our grievances
chaotic, but with seamlessness
so if we couldn’t find the sp-ceship adjacent to the hale-bop
we failed, stop
progression is human heritage
musty caves to lofty terraces
adam and eve ain’t even even in eden
see us receding

- emay

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