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• Artiste: Rabbit Junk
• Titre: Milennial Pox
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Ice cold hand of your newest enemy Smell the fear as the bodies grow sweaty The strongest god is the deity of the petty In the pantheon of isolated passions He wins For the city sings its prayers to him With every silent prejudice And every warm smiling bias The sky turns heavy and humorless We're redefining our sentience In the golden age of loneliness And you think you're doing it, You're doing it, you're doing it right And then like freshly opened eyes Exposed to broad day light Is this feeling or convincing? Or is my gut misleading All control is an illusion And all compassion is a drug Smile on drip Pull the goddamn plug Long live the cult of thug, amen I'm walking down the streets of Los Emptiness I step over the ghost of hope still restless And you think you're doing it You're doing it, you're doing it right You keep your mind tight To keep the mood light Don't let yourself show Don't let the others know It's all just pretend My greatest friend Is a black box In the golden age Of loneliness In a world where men become demons And women into witches All realness is fleeting How easily it all switches With great overtures of friendship That don't mean shit When you're about to be somebody else's meal ticket And the irony is that it feeds the leech That keeps us out of reach You can not teach The broken glass on the beach Set to lacerate The heavy soles of fate Just when you thought it was safe to be alone