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You couldn’t put a price
On a single human life
At least that’s what we were led to believe
Now we’ve got a decision -
In this perfect 2020 vision
Does it feel like a relief?
So, what did you spend your 1200 bux on?
What did you spend your 1200 bux on...?
Scrolling past in my feed
Now we got the technology to see
Our real-time slow motion collapse
Is it a necessary sacrifice
To live and die to appease The Line?
We’re flying blind, straight into a Snow Crash
This is a new kind of war
(600 more won’t settle the score)
Can’t fuckin take no more
(Spray paint this message across your door)
Retaliation’s good
(Now that it’s understood, you’re)
Reverse robin hood
Living is so expensive
But life is fucking cheap
Now that you know your value
1200 bux apiece
So, what did you spend your 1200 bux on?
What did you spend your 1200 bux on...?
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StirCrazy
02:51
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StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
What’s going on tonight
Pace the room a thousand times
Nothing new in the land of you
And it doesn’t feel safe to go outside
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
Every day just feels the same
Binge TV and video games
Walk around the block with nowhere to stop
I guess this is some kind of life
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
(mental breakdown)
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
StirCrazy
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Introverts
02:39
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Unwilling introverts
The isolation hurts
Got no place to go
Resigned to video
Do you remember the outside?
It feels like a past life
Cracked a bottle at noon as a pastime
To try and quiet my loud mind
All of a sudden introverts
The isolation hurts
Another month of social hunger
I watch it drag me under
Now all the flaws are in the spotlight
We can see all that’s wrong, but what we got right
Was the connections over loud music and cold pints
For now, your messages
Will have to suffice
Through hazy afternoons and
Sleepless nights
Here’s hoping someday soon
It’s safe to stay in a crowded room
And reunite
Barely remember the outside
It feels more and more like a past life
Cracked a bottle at noon as a pastime
To try and quiet my loud mind
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Mask
02:20
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I got a mask, I got a mask
Don’t got a fever
Hope you don’t either
I didn’t want this either
Make me a believer
That it’s safe to go where you ask
I’m not going anywhere today
Without my mask
Sanitized all my skin away
Soaked everything in cleaning spray
I’m not going anywhere today
Without my mask
Too paranoid to head out my door
Even to walk to the corner store
Scrub your hands don’t touch your eyes
Fingertips are cracked and dry
When they say you’re essential it means inconsequential
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I’m too fucking fat for the apocalypse
No self-control at all
Despite every intention for insurrection
I’d fall
I’m too fucking fat for the apocalypse
No cardio at all
Despite any intention at insurrection
I’d fall
The Corona joined the game
who knows if it’s here to stay
Will I be stuck in place
For another 100 days?
So much junk food around
Packing on the pounds
Eating all my feelings
Forcing this depression down
How can it be fine
when you lose all sense of time?
Caffeine and alcohol
Won’t calm my unsteady mood at all
At all
(louder opinions passed off as fact)
(the only zombies i can see are wearing red hats)
(breakdowns across a system that is stretched too thin)
(don’t know what to do about the state i’m in)
So I’m too fucking drunk for the apocalypse
No self-control at all
Despite any intention at insurrection
And I'm way too fucking fat for the apocalypse
No cardio at all
Despite my well oiled pistol
I’d fall
I’d fall
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