Lyrics Macros - Eleventyseven

Dopamine drip on a road trip
Listening to Song #2 by Blur
Mining that voodoo trapped in the woohoo
Do we have to go back to
Swim with piranhas
In a corporate nirvana
If the traumas that we got
Are still not covered by an HMO plan?

Set some fire to the future
Oh, the places you will go
With some linguistic karate
Only literati know
Live it all mapped to the macros
Con mi amigos at the top
Wearing out the world together
When the meds are wearing off

I do what I'm made for
It's still not Kenough
How much did marketing pay for
Whoever the fuck just told us to spawn it
From the microeconomics?
Would you kindly pass the aux?
I've got some heavy metal if you want to

Set some fire to the future
Oh, the places you will go
With some linguistic karate
Only literati know
Live it all mapped to the macros
Con mi amigos at the top
Wearing out the world together
When the meds are wearing off

The internet spoke to me
On the night of a blood moon
Saying, "Death is a myth from big life
And the tycoons have got you too"
The internet spoke to me
The way that God spoke to you
Shrubbery in a wasteland
To set your own fire to
Shrubbery in a wasteland
To set your own fire

Set some fire to the future
Oh, the places you will go
With some linguistic karate
Only literati know
Live it all mapped to the macros
Con mi amigos at the top
Wearing out the world together
When the meds are wearing off