MEDIA ft. Brakence Lyrics

I won't even say sorry

I'll just dream about it

Hit me with the needle

Make me bleed and make me doubt it

Fill me with the fear of god

Or drape me with the fabric

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Media is god and I don't give a fuck about him

I walketh in the darkness thru the field of burning ashes

Deliver me from evil put the cross inside my casket

Hex the hematoma in my arm with satan's magic

Think I want the latest trend in fact I gotta have it

I love politicians corporations I love plastic

Chase Manhattan Bank said that they're gonna save the planet

Plug me in the matrix til I'm hollow or I'm fattened

You tear me apart

I'm running in circles

I'm running in circles

It bends expression till it feel like a circus

You're so lost in specifics that you forget the purpose

I said it and i meant it but does that mean it's working?

Cos if you're off the wheel you're in the maze, we're all vermin

It's so fucked up

The less that i know the more

It's best to just close the door

Your eye bags accrued some credit

Don't tell me who i can let in

Dozing off in the static

The past is inside the present

Pried open your third eye

Is it working?

Imma let it be

Imma grind my teeth

I'm a mango tree

In the quantum field

I might oscillate

I might drop my gaze

I might be displaced

I am spinning plates