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Diary of My Misanthropy - Black Mirror lyrics

Artist: Diary of My Misanthropy

album: Leviathan


We're so out of our minds with desperation we don't know any better.
All we know is fake fodder and buying shit.
That's how we speak to each other,
How we express ourselves is buying shit.
I have a dream?
The peak of our dreams is a new hat
For our doppel, a hat that doesn't exist.
It's not even there, we buy shit that's not even there.
Show us something real and free and beautiful, you couldn't.
It'd break us, we're too numb for it, our minds would choke.
There's only so much wonder we can bear,
That's why when you find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in
Meager portions, and only then til it's augmented and packaged and
Pumped through ten thousand pre-assigned filters,
Til it's nothing more than a meaningless series of
Lights, while we ride day-in, day-out — going where?
Powering what?
All tiny cells in tiny screens and
Bigger cells in bigger screens and fuck you.
Fuck you, that's what it boils down to is fuck you.
Fuck you for sitting there and slowly knitting things worse.
Fuck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces and fuck you
All, for taking the one thing I ever
Came close to anything real about anything.
For oozing around it and crushing it into a bone, into a joke,
One more ugly joke in a kingdom of millionsand then fuck you.
Fuck you for happening.
Fuck you for me, for us, for everyone, fuck you!

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