02-21 This is What Happens When Fingers Move Themselves

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I’ve got the feeling that I’m reeling in shock

from the waves poundin in my face makin water feel like a rock

It’s a hard realization that imitation is wrought

with imperfection learnin lessons havin to pay the cost

I’m losin track takin it back from the top

no matter how many times the finish line has already been crossed

It’s gonna take more than tape to stop

the momentum of this addendum to thinkin outside of the box



and then it hits like a blast from a radio wave

straight into my brain, thousands of pictures engrave

onto the walls of my vision, i’ve got a planet to save

from the plot of a villain who wants us all to behave

by enslavin the human race the situation is grave

the odds are against me, gotta find a way to be brave

i need a sidekick and a secret base in a cave

but all i can find are blank minds that need to be saved



It’s like every thought you have got stolen

Your mind gets bigger by the moment

but it’s just empty space

there’s nothin to replace

You could travel miles unmoving

while arguments in courts are proving

you haven’t aged a year

you’re not really here



I’ve got an inkling that I’m sinking again I can’t pretend

I’ve got it figured out yet maybe I’m followin trends

in weather patterns slowly buildin up tectonic duress

every time a plate falls from a table and hits stress

points causin the floor to crumble, bringin the rest

of the neighborhood to rubble in a chain of events

that all started from one word that somebody said

a monosyllabic butterfly effect that started this mess



cuz while one hand claps the other is slappin backs

destruction at the door while people dance n relax

corks poppin off champagne sittin on stacks

of dollar bills built up into a table that lacks

enough structure to hold up against the attacks

of sabotage mercenaries armed to the teeth with facts

throwin grenades of truth, hackin the roots with an axe

the foundation crumbles down carefully laid cracks

while assets disappear in economic collapse

houses of credit cards liquidate in flow past

in rivers of plastic over streets paved in cash

a center of luxury reduces to scraps



the sky comes tumblin down towers are fallin

a hurricane levels the whole town people are crawlin

into bed back to sleep



cuz while every cent we have gets stolen

Our debt gets bigger by the moment

but it’s just empty space

there’s nothin to replace

You could sleep for days unmoving

while arguments in courts are proving

the problems have been fixed

but the symptoms still exist



emptily filled with a prescription

to hungrily feed our addiction

fully ignore the conviction

refuse to change this position

hope we can float

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