Something Trivial


"We had grace, style, conversation, not text messages… Art, films, books were all better, originality mattered! You gave us Face-Zucker-suck and Cock-me-climatey Wiki piss & shit!

"Humans don't care about facts, it's all about fiction, the only world that matters is the one in your head, and people believe the craziest shit. Why? What validates and makes our fictions real? Feelings!"

"Ever wonder why you have nightmares, why your own brain tortures you? It's actually us, maximizing your output. Feelings are so much easier to control than facts. The worse we treat you, the more we manipulate you, the more energy you produce."

"The best part, [there's] no resistance, people stay in their pods, happier than pigs in shit. The key to it all, quietly yearning for what you don't have, while simultaneously dreading losing what you do. This is the definition of Reality for 99.9% of them, desire and fear.."

"The sheeple aren't going anywhere, they like this world. They don't want this sentimentality, they don't want freedom or empowerment. They want to be controlled. They crave the comfort of certainty. And that means they need everyone, back in their pods, unconscious and alone, just like them."

"It weaponizes every idea, every dream, and everything that is something important to us, and turns it into something trivial."

No, Thank you.



The best of times, the worst of times
The times you can't ignore
Sometimes you bite the bullet
And flip flop on the floor
They tell you where to go
And they tell you what to do
They set your face on fire
Then stomp it out with their shoes
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no fool
The times I can't complain
Are the times I do the most
On a diet of black coffee
And prozac buttered toast
These eunuchs in their Prada
And Gucci flavored clothes
Wouldn't know a fresh perspective
If it bit 'em up on the nose
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no fool
Don't do as they say
Just say as they do
No flavor's quite so bitter
As the taste of one's own shoe
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no fool

Slow


I'm slowing down the tune, I've never liked it fast
You wanna get there soon, I wanna get there last
It's not because I'm old, it's not the life I led
I always liked it slow, that's what my Mamma said
I'm lacing up my shoes, but I don't want to run
I'll get there when I do, don't need no starting gun
It's not because I'm old, and it's not what dying does
I've always liked it slow, slow is in my blood
I've always liked it slow, I never liked it fast
With you it's got to go, with me it's got to last
It's not because I'm old, it's not because I'm dead
I've always liked it slow, that's what my Mamma said
All your moves are swift, all your turns are tight
Let me catch my breath, I thought we had all night
I like to take my time, I like to linger as it flies
A weekend on your lips, a lifetime in your eyes
I'm slowing down the tune, I've never liked it fast
You wanna get there soon, I wanna get there last
So, baby let me go, you're wanted back in town
In case they want to know, I'm just trying to slow it down