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lirik lagu divinity machine – futurology

[verse]
so much weighing on my mind
take an eon to define every line that i can find in it
i wish that i had no limits
could come across in these lyrics as if it’s not a gimmick
every minute i’m wasting away staring at screens
when i know i should be out there chasing my dreams
but what exactly’s meant by dreams is always up for debate
is it the saving grace you find in the things you create?
is it a job that helps you provide for the people you love?
or will the alternative be your bluff the moment it’s done?
i’ll probably ask more questions than i have answers
when it all gets too much, just drown it in laughter
this is pretty haphazard, what a life
ha, and so i just write
maintain, swing line to line, praying it’ll all be alright
i’m always in a tight squeeze, [?] paid for rent’s due
[?] mental crew and left empty with a screw loose
but a new lease of life
it don’t guarantee nothing but more hindsight
and that’s fine but not exactly progress
i halt congress to appeal to the conscience
[?] thought less, just aware of the ever*changing nature of the chatter that is seeping in my head
i refuse to cut it off as a sacrificial ritual
but i suppose that i could brush it and let alone, be at one with the rhythm
on my breath, no stress
for once i’m hoping no blow back from my own soul
growing cold, old alone, a lonely drone
assaulted, broken, hopes sold and
assaulted, broken, hopes sold and poems so
so the heat that seeps deep
purple [?] fl!cker worthwhile dreams
and it sometimes seems like it’s all [?] all day
wash up at the altar of the profane, profits profit
war, death, lies, hate, competition in an unstable climate, feeling
fine as we t**ter on the edge of a precipice
hedging benevolent bets on a deficit
reaping every single benefit fed to us while so many are penniless
it’s like you couldn’t make this up, i only panic ‘cause i see it
the truth is always there soon as we’re ready to be it
but nah, we’d rather get steaming and act facetious, ha
sound familiar? well don’t get bitter or cynical
nothing could be sillier than acting like the world around does us ever in a fixed state
change takes place every day in this, this animus that we call existence
is always shifting, non flux and fixing
each dysfunction mixed with each new [?]
[?] pieces in these battle stations
a timeless blind race, a dance forevermore
a placid metaphor, kindness is fine haste, not the pace of the peace
‘cause they’ll be no need to bleep, not when we’re free
no rallying cries, no clarion call, no lies, no [?] and no rise, no fall
nothing at all, just us without them
object and absence is one and the same like

[chorus]
i’ve eaten too much [?], i’m
living life out on the edge and
no chance of paying rent
a better part of my brain never left this [?]

i’ve eaten too much [?], i’m
living life out on the edge and
no chance of paying rent
a better part of my brain never left this [?]

- futurology

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