Текст песни Imitation - Atomic Guava

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Imitation

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Their ears are on the walls, like flies
Four hours, deliberate
One tongue, degenerates

Their own center of their universe
Or a bit, dilapidate
AI, without a brain

Beneath that bold exterior
Dead socket eyes inferior
Like a puppet on a string
Make them dance
For me

Get thee behind me
For what you want cannot be taught
By automaton machines
Wired enough to survive
Bled enough to be called a life
Worth making counterfeits to bind me
An idol with a virus for a heart

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me

I try to make something new
With my own two hands
You twist it and share your bullshit with your foolish friends
Life coddled you like a little bitch
And taught you to whine for scraps
You belong on your knees
You look better like that

You can ask how I'm doing
You can worship my pain and desire it
You can copy my walk every sway in my spinal alignment
Once I offered me freely to anyone
Desperate for someone to hear me
Now they follow my footsteps
My incompetent copies
You can rule a dimension
Even ravage its roots unaware
But the power you're missing
(Is knowing to look when it's there)
(Boo)

Wake me from the inside
Let me know if you find what sets my life
Apart from those who stand behind me
For what you want can not be taught by automaton machines
Wired enough to survive
Bled enough to be called a life
Worth making counterfeits to bind me
An idol with a virus for a heart

Art imitates life
Imitates fools
Imitate you
Imitate me