Living in Hell-Vetica ft. Time & AwareNess Lyrics

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