Primitive Economics

Eidola

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    Open you mind. Accept the friction
    All of our lives are an addiction
    Deep within the earth is where we’re birthed
    Genetics in decline
    It’s all in how you survive

    I know that every time I try
    (Reduction expansion engage the transaction)
    I lose myself at the bottom line
    This fear of destruction
    (Breakthroughs from broken backs)
    Is the nature of my design
    I know that one day I’ll be bitter
    (Our will is deserving our pockets still burning)
    And the only one to blame, but you can rest assured
    (Conviction's what you lack)
    I’ll show you all there is to see

    Fabricate slander. To live is to pander
    (Like you never wanted this)
    With dismay empower; consumer devour
    Misuse of talent divided the planet
    (Because I never wanted this)
    Corrupted the balance, and left us in the filth
    I’m in the enterprise of versatility
    Calculate the weights and measures
    Fate exceeds probability when
    I take no investment lightly

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    As you stack your greed from wall to wall
    You let your wealth devolve
    It’s all in how you survive

    I know that every time I try
    (Reduction expansion engage the transaction)
    I lose myself at the bottom line
    This fear of destruction
    (Breakthroughs from broken backs)
    Is the nature of my design
    I know that one day I’ll be bitter
    (Our will is deserving our pockets still burning)
    And the only one to blame, but you can rest assured
    (Convictions what you lack)
    I’ll show you all there is to see

    Break down the walls of my mistakes
    We dug our graves for none but us to lay
    Oh you depraved; have you no couth?
    An eons wrath of hell to pay
    We built our homes so we could run away
    To what end will you go to cover up the lies you’ve sewn?

    I can’t stand the thought of becoming everything I’m not
    And pretending all my problems come from somewhere
    That’s outside of my own head

    I’d rather be fed to the pigs
    Let my bones be a vestige of excess, of secrets, of flames and fear, of progress, of sequence, of less is fair

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