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Existential Dread Machine
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Traditional Folk
Existential Dread Machine fue publicado el 21 de octubre de 2020 por Micah Schnabel como parte del álbum Existential Dread Machine - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento21 de octubre de 2020
SelloMicah Schnabel
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM150

Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Micah Schnabel
Micah Schnabel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Schnabel
Micah Schnabel
Songwriter

Letras

Another day on the existential dread machine
I can’t look away from this obscene little screen
Life and death and infinite jest direct to my cerebral cortex and refreshed every 30 seconds
Crowdfunding cancer drugs and digital bake sales to help bury our friends
Is this your rugged individualism, America?
Bootstrap fairy tales and no-bake conspiracy theories?
Get out of here
Tell me about your mothers and grandmothers and the strength it took them
To raise you to where you are today
My mom worked at a Subway
The restaurant not the public transportation system
This is my first facist, societal collapse
Sending kids off to class with gas masks and bulletproof backpacks
Good luck little soldiers
I know you’ll want to kill us for this when you get older (thumbs up for good luck)
As I write this the bubble wrap pop pop of gunshots go off outside
Vanessa and I drop to our knees and crawl on the floor to meet each other in the hallway
Which we’ve agreed is the safest place
This is or is not a love song
Depending on your perspective
Undereducated / over informed
Desperate for connection while forced to perform
Meaningless tasks for small amounts of currency
With one hand behind our back and say thank you for the opportunity
But wait a second, wait a second/ this feels like a shakedown
A Ponzi scheme, A fucking kamikaze mission
Is existence really just some back alley deal where we get killed if we scream?
If that’s the deal, excuse me, I’m gonna make a scene
I believe each and every single one of us are living/ breathing museums
Life is not one long twisted road to perdition
Suffering is not the price of Admission
And you don’t need anyone's permission
To justify the beauty in your existence
Smash the glass and sound the alarm
If someone falls behind take them by the arm
Lace your fingers together and lift, lift, lift
We’re all running for our lives from these mobsters grift
Allah, mickey mouse, dollar bill, jehovah, and christ,
I think we’ve seen and heard enough of all their advice
I sacrificed the first 25 years of my life
Talking to myself and preparing to die
Now I genuflect to the people
Not some shrine to the swine
I’m with the kids in the streets
Reclaiming their time
Written by: Micah Schnabel
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