motherboardland, moderated joy Lyrics

Paradise is disposable

Silicon is gold

All the poppies that wave in the wind smell like asphalt and you long for the cold

All their promises are bloodless

Cuz only misery's free

When the rain hits the concrete it smells like a bonfire and you long for the sea

And the air tastes like acid

Plastic apples and weeds

And the streets full of mansions and vacant lot suburbs are all you can see

But the circuitry is perfect

If the evergreens die

And it's five thousand dollars for a shed in the backyard every month that you cry

And I'll always bleed software

Fucking coastal elite

With a motherland rotting and sick from the blood under billionaire's feet

So the choices are simple

Either learn to sell lies

Or else leave through the threshold of planned obsolescence and just ask yourself why

(And I'll always bleed software

Fucking coastal elite

With a motherland rotting and sick from the blood under billionaire's feet)

Lungs are full

Body cold

This is not mine

No more sad

Someone else

Moderate the joy

This is not mine

Lungs are full

Body cold

This is not mine

No more sad

Someone else

Moderate the joy

This is not mine

Lungs are full

Body cold

This is not mine

No more sad

Someone else

Moderate the joy

This is not mine