Two-hundred thousand years of our species growing
Allows me to sit with the television droning
As I navigate myself through two billion websites
On a couch made of pleather
With craft beer brewed just right
With an iPhone lined by gold, an extension of me
We built branded walls with a roof made of money
We feel so damn safe stoned by satiated cravings
That we don't pay attention to the path that we're paving
Concrete and tar turned solar forests overnight
Consolidation of all remaining human life
Transferring consciousness to androids with quartz brains
And then composting all of our remains
Time Eater - Do Androids Dream Of Electric Guitar? Lyrics
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Two-hundred thousand years of our species growing
Allows me to sit with the television droning
As I navigate myself through two billion websites
On a couch made of pleather
With craft beer brewed just right
With an iPhone lined by gold, an extension of me
We built branded walls with a roof made of money
We feel so damn safe stoned by satiated cravings
That we don't pay attention to the path that we're paving
Concrete and tar turned solar forests overnight
Consolidation of all remaining human life
Transferring consciousness to androids with quartz brains
And then composting all of our remains
Allows me to sit with the television droning
As I navigate myself through two billion websites
On a couch made of pleather
With craft beer brewed just right
With an iPhone lined by gold, an extension of me
We built branded walls with a roof made of money
We feel so damn safe stoned by satiated cravings
That we don't pay attention to the path that we're paving
Concrete and tar turned solar forests overnight
Consolidation of all remaining human life
Transferring consciousness to androids with quartz brains
And then composting all of our remains
Writer: Ken Higaonna
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