Hollow fr Now

(“Kid… in the heatwave that hit us all” [pitch-shifted segment of Damon Albarn's 'Hollow Ponds'])

Words are just the symbols
Pointing closer to the _
Abandoning your fantasies:
A most noble pursuit
I propose a toast that we get
Closer to a truce
Like what’s the use in fighting?
Take this water– how it soothes…
Like count to ten and breathe it in
No we won’t be misled
The teachers tried to trick us
Politicians _ sent
Media misguides my mission
They can’t make a dent
The mode of a magician I’ll
Escape most common sense

This is it it’s magnificent
And my reverence is so bright
Trustin’ in existence to lift
And my vision focused on sights
If you think I misguide the populace
Obvious it’s not omulous
I’m not Romulus
More rhombuses for the postmodernist art piece
"Pardon me, did I startle thee?"
Part of me is a thirty-third degree mason
If you think I’m frontin’ get erased then
Bathed in emptiness…
Now, like I knew you would

My world co-exists with yours
Not yours, that’s yours
Consider they’re running cycles
Moving from desire to boredom
On and on
Boredom back to desire
On and on
Might be called your Will to Live
It’s m-not-y will to live– not yours to give
Our worlds may never collide
No matter the relationship, we all die
Alone and potentially disappointed

Been sittin’ in the lab seein’ Fake News callin’: “fake news”
Like “Hey, guess they make mistakes too”
Been ridin’ in the Jimmy on my last cigarette:
“This must be it!
Luchini pourin' from the sky, let’s get rich!”
Meditating on a virtual reality with eyes closed
Prolly thinking “Why tho?"
Bitch! Only I know
Only I know

Bitch! Only I know
Only
Only
Only
Only
X∞

News callin’: “fake news”
Like “Hey, guess they make mistakes too”
Been ridin’ in the Jimmy on my last cigarette:
“This must be it!”
(8^(|)

(only only only)
Words are just the symbols
Pointing closer to the _
Abandoning your fantasies:
A most noble pursuit
I propose a toast that we get
Closer to a truce
Like what’s the use in fighting?
Take this water– how it soothes…
Like count to ten and breathe it in
No we won’t be misled
The teachers tried to trick us
Politicians missiles sent
The media misguides my mission
They can’t make a dent
The mode of a magician I’ll
Escape most common sense
...

Take this water– how it soothes...
...

(“Kid… in the heatwave that hit us all” [pitch-shifted segment of Damon Albarn's 'Hollow Ponds'])