From the recording Wake Me When It’s Over
Performed by Gimson
Written by S. Gimson, A.L. Phillips
Produced by Anthony Lee Phillips
Mixed & Mastered by Gimson
© Half Dead Records 2022
℗ ST Music LLC 2022
Lyrics
Look
One two one two
Look
Mr Phillips told me to write a stream of thoughts
What’s a thought crime?
He committed adultery in his adult mind
Whilst on a no FAP challenge
Trying to rebalance chakras
Getting lured in by bots on the Internet
Her name was Sarah and he was her only fan
On only fans he paid for porn with his mental well-being
Watched by the all seeing eye of the God we call Google
In frugal attempts to cement some meaningful connections
Amidst the trolls and erections, segregated sections
Weaponised protections
For the good of big tech and the little brother governments
Division is only cumbersome for those they have divided
Lockdowns provided you with live streams and FaceTimes
We erased time within IT departments
And compartmentalised the cattle
Throw your rattle out of the pram to become a late abortion
A euthanised assortment of ideas that don’t adhere to narratives
Culture wars kill, cancelled by platforms for keeping shit real
Distilling water to remove impurities and plastics
In an ocean of bags once used for processed foods and cleaning products
Talking codswallop the extinction of scallops
Phishing scams wallets and the swinging around of bollocks
Honest to God they are more righteous than you are
It’s just been one big Hoo hah blown out of proportion said the extortionist
They elected their next leader after hearing what their views on abortions is
But the importance is they couldn’t give a fuck as long as you are poor and sick
And remain to be for the foreseeable future
Anti-human pro computer and lucrative methodologies
Body shame the oddities until everyone feels ugly
Your esteem has now been battered
And if it hasn’t been yet don’t be so flattered
Because all of our shits stink and right now we are knee deep
In everybody’s faeces like a Victorian sewage system
Cruising down Shits Creek on a yacht
With lots of posted pictures of fancy dinners
Shark fin soups, designer suits and fragile egos
They picked women and children first when they sacrificed their people
And fed on the flesh of Eve and ate their evil words once delivered with intent
Hellbent on crushing you with hands of stone that once gouged Medusa’s eyes out
In a UFC style tournament, Greek god looking ornaments
Muscle and fitness magazines switch to online only articles
And the farcical remained when they wouldn’t tell you exactly what cocktail of steroids to inject
Instead you can expect to get yourself in debt
By purchasing protein supplements on credit
Just 10% of your mental well-being as a down payment
Quick fixes and attainment
Until your abs look summery and your subscription renews
Debts accrued on a pathway to a superficial body
You crafted with your bare hands on a trackpad using photo shop
Photo opportunities are absolutely everywhere
Like photos of your dinner and gaslighting memes
You seen the unseen and bleached your eyes clean
Subsequently went blind and now you no longer dream
Of the American dream you just long for the in between bits
The bits that really mean shit
The bits that really mean shit