Anthropocene

Tavola degli accordi #167895

fornita da marmotte

Testo:

© marmotte
He’s a computer, he’s a machine
with clicky fingers, a two eyes screen
he dropped emotion - illogical
he ditched affliction - pathological

He looks so handsome, he looks so clean
nothing’s at random, the same routine
if there’s a treatment to justify the mean
human enhancement for the next scene

Plug me - I need my connection
See you at the next intersection

He’s a conqueror of the anthropocene
a new species, more than you’ve ever been
he’ll live forever, guess you can imagine
his right brain floating in connected gelatine

he’s looking down upon you, poor old prehestoric man
oh you’re a monkey, you won’t increase your life span
now that you buy everything why don’t you buy eternity
only the fool can refuse, you’re blind can’t you see?

Plug me - I need my connection
See you at the next intersection

They can check his levels and maximize the chances
they can control in real time to improve his synapses
they can take him so high that he will never fall
he’ll be sent into space, will he visit a black hole?