Lyrics:
You think you know lonely
you think you know lonely
you think you know lonely
You're caught up in the post-modern jive
caught up in
What are you trying to fix me for?
Maybe I'm broken but I'm not sure
Am I depressed or am I just bored?
Apathy and irony, post modern anxiety
Post-modern writer
Post .Post Post-modern writer
Of course she's a sensitive girl
A green backpack confirms
In the canteen downstairs
I want to get
the moment make a scene put on some queen and breathe
Bend the rules the vaccine games these toxins running through my veins
Welcome to this fuckin post modern
plenty of stuff, but nothing to be found
You're a late twentieth century
Post-modern refugee
A late twentieth century
Post-modern tragedy
There's
idealist
(Bet your life) minimal expressionist, post-modern, neo-symbolist
(Bet your life) armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist
(Bet your
yokluğum acıtmaz
Post-modern ayrılık moda
Derme çatma sevdalardan uzakta
Hiçbir şey uymuyor
İnsanlar durmuyor
Anladım aslında kimse kimseyi duymuyor
Benden
fallen into range
Eyelashes smiling over you
My post modern beauty, you'll
Crush the sea when time meets you
Your post modern duty reveal
All the cinnamon
take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line
Stories extreme, she's such
they take,
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze
Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line,
Stories extreme, she's
This be my post modern soul-parody
Depressed so I can speak with sincerity
My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity
Kicked in the door like J
Guided to the slaughter of blindness
Tamed animals grazing satisfied
Post-modern slavery cult
Junkie zombies staring at phones
Collective waves of planned
post-modern man
If I had a credit card I'd clear me a pathway
Through the deepest jungle right to your door
If I had a camera I'd snap away my fingers
talk to you but
You're going deaf
I'm making movements to the door
I just can't give my consent to settle your score
It's, it's post modern
It's, it's
This be my post modern soul-parody
depressed so I can speak with sincerity
my lips is pierced with vodka true clarity
Kicked in the door like J
the speed limit
Gettin' to you
But I ain't got a hammer
And I ain't got a pencil
And I ain't got a lasso
So I'm doing it the hard way
Like a post post-modern
limit
Gettin' to you
But I ain't got a hammer
And I ain't got a pencil
And I ain't got a lasso
So I'm doing it the hard way
Like a post post-modern man
If
a grain of sand
Now, feelings kicking in again
In this post-modern warfare
Would you wake me or would you let me sleep
Caught me running from my feelings
trash, trash, trash
Post modern trash
Elevated boys of leisure,
Will u Come round to mine?
We can understand the power of the telecaster,
We can Show up
Post-mortem close to
Post-modern
Countless copies
Of a single
Primal cell
The art of metastasis
Unwanted division
And distribution
To remote areas
At a time
So let's have a time
Post modern activist
Haven't passed a spliff
Since the world went crazy
Batshit
We talking practice
We talking anything is
sell reduction
It's the best way to feel
Don't be real, be post modern (It's not that one dimensional, it's not the only thought)
It's a better
'Cause I watched
I've watched as dreams slowly waste away and die
You are a post-modern beauty queen
As razorblades cut me, we suffer with every
same and smooth
The tools have now become too blunt
To break any of the rules
Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines
.jpg "Mike Post")
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