Hypecrash

Bright but hollow words they speak
Eating all that's obsolete
Amplified fragments of the past
Impaled on the attempts
Of retro architects
Adding insult to injury
When beggars choose to borrow
The award for careless talk
Repeat offenders
Afraid to walk
Tell me what is now
Not what was forgotten
A rut is a grave with the ends knocked out

All that he started
Hoped to reclaim
And take up space

Father was a time machine
Mother kept our minds clean
Feeding us the obsolete

Reach for the living shadow beneath you

Brainlock hypecrash

Appealing to an indigent scene
Exalted by a safe routine
Come and take me nowhere

Satisfaction in distraction
Technically crude crudely technical
In easy to carry sections
The tomorrow that never was

Where do you start when it's always starting over
Part of the unconscious mass

Tradition takes over
We slap it together
Take it through me