Jade Relics - Mandarine

They billed it as the future. twenty-first century
Old problems growing more problematic exponentially
Grew up buying plastic toys, now plastic fills the ocean
They trying to sell us on bitcoin
Digital mining that still needs physical mining
Traditional tyrants rigging the game
New money, old
It's a crypt all the same
You tryptophan sleeping, opiates in the vain
They'll build a million cages but won't rehabilitate one, run
Oh I've been running
But not fast enough
Oh I've been running
Not fast enough
They billed it as the future. twenty-first century
Old problems growing more problematic exponentially
I'm stressed the fuck out from subscriptions I pretend to need
On a social feed resembling end of human centipede
Entropy, but the express lane
Fifteen items or less, yeah but they all express pain
Collecting the best strains and variants
It's quite an experience
Live-streaming from inside a burning chariot
It's very lit
Oh I've been running
But not fast enough
So sit tight for a minute
And maybe catch your breath
So light on my feet
I'm gonna float away to heaven, no safety nets
It's a real good thing baby
Cause you can't pause time
And there's a million different reasons
That the season of the witch will try to change your mind
And how do I even identify
I Boston dynamics
I Cambridge analytics
I scroll, I slow
Eyes fixed on an image
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Behold, a behemoth data-holder
They know if you're into NFTs or nikes
If thick or skinny excites me
If my own sexuality's more on a spectrum
Than I'd admit or realize even
Hypebeasting
Celebrity gossip, more than politics
In this culture war, we all exist
Hollowness, wait
How the fuck do I know who Tom Holland kissed, yo
Wanda shit
We all the stars of our own Westview
Put the successful on a pedestal
Who impose they vision on the community
That starts to glitch under individual scrutiny
Truthfully, these creed thoughts
Should never be released like Detox
Eavesdrop and let me blow you mind (no doubt)
I go for mine (they hold out)
Always have and always will too
New money, old, it's all the same
Have none, that's gonna kill you
Have some, you can get more
Stakes high when it's just a lil' food
Between surviving and perishing
I'm past my best by date, how embarrassing
Just throw me in the compost

Written by:
Matthew Scott, Ryan McMahon

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