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letra de silly - replicator (of futurology)

i’m stoned alone again, i’ll never [?], too busy making friends with the wrong [?] and looking for ends to justify my means to
but the excuses are just too see-through to see through
all the sh-t just makes me blue, it really f-cking does, man, ‘cause i
keep presuming that the darkness looming above me is just make-believe but i fear that i have been deceived
and now it’s just too late to leave, i’ll cave beneath the pressure
all paths are destined to be unleashed
and they say that nothing ever comes for free
well n0body ever comes for me
and the rest are beasts upon my back is greenest meaning f-ck it
but this point is probably in my genes
ya best believe my team has got this game in a chokehold
stone masons, yeah whatever, well let’s f-cking go
replicates of such silly lyrics
hard to feel the beat when this little pr-ck is sitting, picking lines between the scenes
i’ll rip straight through your dreams and screen serene on balance beams while screaming, “f-ck the queen”
it’s really a picture perfect scene, ya see?

i mean it’s a bit surreal but my speech is free to be or not to be
i guess that that’s the question but what’s the answer?
tell me, mister chancellor, how long now ’til i get cancer?

well let me envision my own demise, i fill it with lies and make d-mn sure it’s engaging and entertaining for their r-t-rded eyes
the [?] of a thousand screaming suits and ties yeah, the type to morally bankrupt entire generations just to keep their private jets in flight up in blackened sky
well i’m not gonna stand for this anymore, i ain’t no f-cking wh0r-, i’m clawing at your door
and if you don’t let me in, i’ll huff and i’ll puff and i’ll blow the motherf-cking roof off your skull, you c-nt

so what is it you want? obscenities?
b-tch please, i’ll give you plenty of these
my words will bend around the beat so tight it will break your motherf-cking knees
yo, f-ck degrees, it appears that all we want are stds, [?], oh and plenty of make-believe to keep us believing that we are not being deceived and keep partying late into the evening
yeah i’ll throw my hands up in the air so you can steal my dignity
no sympathy, well literally a land of m-ss consuming b-st-rds losing all of our insight and boozing until the morning light
hope that everything’s gonna be alright
yeah, sure, whatever, well let me tell you something
if knowledge is power then half this f-cking world is powerless but believe they’re in power ‘cause lower down the ladder is a sadder case
and in comparison they think that they’re winning the race ‘cause they’re given a taste of the fat of the kings
you’re a caged bird, now f-cking sing our beautiful anthem, praise your captors, wave your flags, you stupid b-st-rds, you should be happy we saved you from yourself
now you’re too preoccupied with wealth instead of health
instead of challenging your mind, just have another pint of p-ss and wistfully wish away your gifts
oh, this sure is a life to live, working nine-to-five, can [?] until you die a bloated, sugar-coated devoted corpse with no hope, just a false pride and a right to vote

- replicator of futurology

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