CODES Lyrics

And it's all for the code that we can't escape

And it's all for the code that we can't erase

And it's all for the code that we can't escape

Infinite content favored over (over)

Intimate projects, tailored toward a (toward a)

Industry, fuck your accomplishments

I do not care if you hate it or love it as long as you comment

I'm not worthless i promise

Why don't you care if i'm honest?

Why don't you value identity? melodies? oh, you just love my aesthetic

Synthetic, pathetic, that i changed because i regret it

Won't let me forget it of course i am jealous

Of friends who did it without fractured stone

Slicing my face and i'm limping with shattered bones

On the phone with some labels and they tried to label me

Almost accepted their cages but painfully

I was so desperate they tainted me, all for attaining fees

Nature of greed is ingrained in me

On those phone calls man i thought that i made it

They fuck with the vision and don't try to shape it

Anxiety clouding my judgement, i fainted

I fabricated paintings, realized i hate it

I'm already half way through my whole next album

So i refound focus and threw in the towel

I chose my music over industry while they still on my phone

Bout algorithms and trends i should clone

Now my chances dead and gone, paying the price ever since i atone

I am unworthy cuz they cannot market me

Image can't be puppeteered by machines

Hide behind curtains, im ending it now

I denied the cloud preventing the drought

Looking back on my haste, it's regrettable now

Cuz Atlantic stopped calling when i put "intentional" out

And it's all for the code that we can't escape, yea

And it's all for the code that we can't erase, hey

I'm more than numbers

I'm more than stats

We are both worth more than that

Statistics, binary, irony, machines controlling our industry

Endlessly sending these, livelihoods in the hands of a computer

I have no control because they own my future

They own my future (they own my, they own my)

They own my future (they own my, they own my)

It's not my future, sadistic statistics

Machines manipulate the market, and risk it

It wasn't enough to control what we listen to?

Now they can make it, and what have we driven to?

For now we can separate codes from authentic

But what happens when we can't tell what's synthetic?

Our paintings will lose its validity

Market will crash, and we'll suffer viciously

I can't survive without grace of an algorithm

I once had it and swallowed the venom

But i can't buoy as a drop in the ocean

But i need conform or i'll never be chosen

This tug of war, forever splinters my skin

Split between pride and sacrificing limbs

Sacrilege is, the only way out

Voice giving out so i've chose to stay loud

And it's all for the code that we can't escape