Walking like an automaton through processes of endless mindless interactions, our higher self-being lost into a sea of mediocrity and ambiguous ambivalence. Can we not step past the indifferent lack of participation in human consciousness? Or is this the new state of human consciousness. From what I can see the only answer is to fight, for if we have any willpower at all this may be our last chance to exert it. Fight for your right to live, fight for your right to think, and believe in the potential for your higher self... even if all of your beliefs are just delusional visions from the madness within, take inspiration when you can get it, for spiritual fuel is in short supply.
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Optimized interactions guided by automation methods
Feelin’ like a golem guided by a higher presence
Autonomous, not so sure, programming could be wicked
Instinctually left to believe something’s worth being saved
Dependent on spiritual software so I can commute
If this is a simulation, I want it to reboot
Champion of oppressed, I’m always trying my best,
But it's getting harder to care when everyone fades like rust
I’m just standing here contemplating my existence
Whether free will is just another religious experience
Beamed from a consciousness, but not necessarily from us
We seem to have this perpetual arrogance
Believing that we discovered the process of thought
When it's really the thought in which we get caught
Every second counts, but every second burns
So my friend what have we learned?
Visions from the future, things don’t get any clearer
Really did I expect them to get better?
Haven’t I been attended this mystery school of pain
Beginning, middle, and end is always been suffering
Bursting with tremendous potential
Never reaching maturity we all fall to the battle
Internal forces relaying friction, internal static ringing
Piercing through my ears even as I’m denying
Any formal acknowledgment to the extraction process
Of my subconscious trying to locate what I suppress
Sometimes it feels like a matter of life and death
As I dig deeper, will this be my last breath?
Some realizations end up becoming so consuming
They devour you before you get to understanding
What you’ve truly got laid in front of your eyes
So turn the page, don’t let it be a surprise
Forever, you got a paddle down the river
Eventually, you tip, are you a sinker or swimmer?
credits
from Return Of The Mayo Man,
track released November 13, 2017
Vocals, lyrics, beats, production, mixing, and mastering by Matt "theProphet" Smith
Original image done by Enrique Meseguer, and digitally edited by Matt "theProphet" Smith
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