Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to Dystopia, artist - Akala. Album song 10 Years of Akala, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illa State
Song language: English
Welcome to Dystopia |
It’s bigger than your local colloquium |
In a world that is dystopian |
Kid’s aren’t born in fallopians |
They’re grown in tubes and inserted growth in them |
Dust is choking them |
But this ain’t the type of pollution we place in the ocean |
It’s apathy, stench we can’t quench |
Don’t matter who inhabits the bench |
Or wig or gown, hammer or crown, oval or down |
Jokes on us, we’re not even frowning |
Much less pissed off |
We’re switched off |
Smiling villany, the wickedest tyranny |
Is the one that says fuck you so nice |
You say thanks, and shake hands |
Say he’s your man, forget all your plans |
Reach your hand out you see your in bondage |
The idea of beauty is blondeness and other such nonsense |
What our response is? |
Conform and amputate conscience |
Conform. |
Obey |
Transform. |
Sleep easy |
Ah, that good old human conditioning |
Ever since days of the pyramids |
Make us invalid, which means invalid |
Wrestle with things we can’t manage |
Like peace and equality |
Which minority is the authority? |
Whoever has property, it’s all idolatry |
Even if you have no image of God, do you follow me? |
Do we not all worship money? |
When you think about it it’s quite funny |
Can’t eat money, can’t breathe money |
Can’t inject it and kill disease money |
But we pray at it all till we’re guns and tanks |
And offer the money god a million sacraficial lambs |
Who’s the priest in charge of sacraficial plans? |
Let us pray and hold hands |
War is peace — ignorance strength — freedom is slavery x3 |
Not only do we believe that creed |
We hold it deep and praise it as bravery |
Yeah |
Along with the vision and difference |
So we can maintain the belligerence |
To their pain, feel no shame |
It’s all just stages in a video game |
That our kids play kill, kill, kill |
Death is such a thrill, thrill, thrill |
Swallow junk, still feel ill |
Take blue pill, pill, pill |
Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind |
I do beliee our nature’s kind |
Just confused and we’re so far gone |
Got no clue how to right these wrongs |
So we bury our head in the sand or the desk |
Anywhere but inside of our flesh |
If I looked at my self — I would see I am the enemy |
I am not honest nor kind nor caring nor sharing |
Or any of the many thing that I pretend to be |
I’m selfish and arrogant, and obedient |
Follow truth only when it’s convenient |
Accept laws that I know that decieve me |
So I can sleep in my bed easy |
Don’t blame governments, they are just us |
If they are corrupt, then we are corrupt |
Look back through history |
What makes you think that we would act differently? |
If we were in power |
We would devourer whoever the underclass were like cowards |
The question is, is this inevitable? |
Is there good or evil? |
Is it terrible? |
Or just survival? |
Some say it’s overspill from days when we were tribal |
I don’t buy that I think you will find that |
That’s an excuse if we just don’t buy facts |
Everything we really need to survive actually makes us feel good inside |
Sex feels good, food feels good |
Damn, even taking a pill feels good! |
So if war and hate were our natural causes |
Why would we need conditioning for it? |
But I ain’t gonna forfeit my privilliges |
Now I’ll get back in line and follow my orders |