From the recording Is It Still 1984?
Performed by Gimson
Written by S. Gimson & J. Fredberg
Produced Pound To The Credit
Mixed by Pound To The Credit
Mastered by Suture
© Half Dead Records 2023
℗ ST Music LLC 2023
Lyrics
Overlord
Of course
Of course
Of course we’re enlightened
We are light beings
Just pull down the mask son
Never
Easier said than done when desires mask needs
And the truth is unsung Overlord
We met with Edward Bernays in a maze of mass consumption
To tame the beasts that we are without the need of a truncheon
Crowded nations, controlled by public relations
Propaganda in peace time, podcasts and functions
Premeditated assumptions discussions at lunch time
As I conform to your normality whilst sipping on plush wine
In Trafalgar Square amongst statues of mass murderers
Truth dodging hurdlers the anxious lives of worriers
Awarding Nobel peace prizes for committing genocides
There is a human somewhere behind that ideology
There is a human somewhere behind that chest beating
Life’s fleeting moments you’ll be a long time sleeping
See time is a great teacher but kills all its students
And time will only tell if you picked the right movement
It read life’s so cheap on the invoice from the lawyer
A toxic cocktail of pride and paranoia
They feed on unfit minds and fill our prisons with childhood trauma
Institutionalism both comforting and awkward
We’re all cursed to share the damaged vision of god
Poor sods never satisfied with anything we've got
Primitive forces embedded in our structures
Strive for mindfulness and other self help buzz words
Anti-fragile they curse you but words won’t hurt you
When you’re fucked up and drunk on poetry and virtue
But yo they got to be accepted
The what
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
But yo they got to be accepted
The what
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
We murdered the wise old oak tree for aesthetic purposes
For the sake of your mansion the villagers were burdened with
No acorns this winter
Rationing the maggots to share them out at dinner
Too famished to riot on a below average diet
Miseducated kids you cannot learn if you can’t buy it
Pareto distribution cake manifest a chance to slice it
And gorge on that gluttony and escape a life of drudgery
Shovelling shit in a puddle of piss
What kind of cuddle of this?
It’s you a headlock you prick
My 6 million year old grandmother was yours too
Now you’re a chimp at the zoo and I’m a human without a clue
Compartmentalised mental guys
The orders that are used to rule our minds
That were made up in our minds in the first place
What the fuck mate
We mastered predators and pandemics
And though we’re far from angelic
There was good in us all but it was the darkness we relished
Alienated neighbours, self centred creatures
Fitting in by touching up your less than perfect features
You’re zombified, robotic is more appropriate
But never will you belong in their Aquarian utopia
You’re an opiate disguising as an upper
An undercover, subharmonic dwelling motherfucker
Floating in a square wave, the Mandela effect
Eve and a forbidden pear shaped fruit
That got deleted later when she wasn’t feeling cute
Shooting down questions fearfully projecting
The overlords suggestions not bounded by dimensions
But yo they got to be accepted
The what
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
But yo they got to be accepted
The what
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
The life is hectic
The life is hectic