Текст песни Living in Hell-Vetica - Calm.

Let me take you to a place with no postage come closer
Rats and roaches blinking neon sign hypnosis
Opioids we're overdosing, turning kids to ghosts and
Broken bottle hopeless, sipping till cirrhosis
Viruses and locusts, we admire the soulless
Technology to control us, that's why we can't focus
We gave earth tuberculosis, she's choking on her own spit
I pity the prognosis, dystopias the diagnosis
Jackson Pollock blood splatters in the slaughterhouses
lead in the water can't tell where the slaughter house is
Staring in a black mirror the satellites wanna steer
I used to dodge deer now we dodge drones with fear
History books and amnesia, propaganda's what they teach us
Television anesthesia, while they dig the grave beneath ya
Saw a 100 foot hologram advertisement ballerina
Down on Alameda watch me deconstruct it like Derrida

What is this? A world with nothing?
A world with no, freedom, freedom

Piano keys yellow from the nicotine, the hammers scream
Graffitied epiphanies, saying go protect the salmon stream
Ouija board symphony, dead soul, the grammars clean
End of days periphery, walking towards the grander scheme
Orchards and trees, the truth is in the berry leaves
War birds and thieves, the spooks wanna bury me
Cranes in the sky blink, with flags from invaders
Tech crusaders, link traders with the future as a wager
Got the weather going crazy like gods fucking with the faders
Speculators stock market collapsing like arctic glaciers
Spectators speculate going to work for their jailers
Life's a conveyor, obey, vote for your favorite dictator
Street preacher serenaders with eyes like two craters
Screaming what's the difference between a thief and a mayor
Living in Hell-Vetica tagging in times new roman
Watch it fall off the wall and burn to ash like an omen

What is this? A world with nothing?
A world with no, freedom, freedom

Under a dying sun and dead moon, I listen to the dead move
Orange bottles in the bedroom, milligrams of dead truths
Sirens sound like Buckley humming hallelujah
Anti smile pills scattered in Shibuya
Candy wrappers, road kill, man this city's so ill
Wine bottles, scratch tickets, take another hope pill
Vomit that control pill, I wrote this with a crow quill
If the cops don't kill you, the hackers and the code will
No Tocqueville, just Joe Hill, singing with asbestos breath
Two of us made it out of the mine, the rest are dead
Hellscape, looking like Hieronymus Bosch palette got tossed
Replicant, no empathy, mass destruction from the autonomous bots
Satellite procession gazing down the gorgon stare
Eyes like keyholes inside I see the warden there
She said you are not the story and you are not the hero
This is a math lesson on how to count to zero