Lyrics Vicious Circles - Human Error, NGMA, Deo de Madman

Vicious Circles

Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Whattup, put down those phones
Get off Instagram, come back to the real world
Yo, welcome to the Human Error universe
This is Deo de Madman
Now shut up
Fuck you and your pursuit of the truth
It’s a post-modern world where you are what you choose
Fake news is the flavour of the season
Where reason defers to your Daily Mail readers
State leaders are taking it in turns
To tie a little expert to a stake until he burns
While I’m still stuck trying to speak with intimidating words
Your emojis make a scintillating verse, so
I’ll break it down for your mediocre intellect
Your thoughts connect slower than a modem to the Internet
Yes, I can bust rhymes, fire, I combust
In your mind without a middle man and
Burn you with more lines than a griddle pan (he he he)
I make you giggle man?
Higgledy piggledy fall according to my simple plan
You still with me?
Didn’t think I’d take you that far
My words spread more terror than Allahu Akbar
Snap back, now do I have your attention?
Even ISIS has got an honourable mention
Has he lost his mind?
Nah, it’s probably dementia
I wish that I could join in his adventure
Left of centre?
I was singing el pueblo unido
As I swung from the placenta
What, you want something to censor?
Alexa, play me something I can watch animal sex to
These vicious circles are pulling me in
I wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin
Once I’m in, I keep spiralling
Never know which next one I’ll be in
These vicious circles are pulling you in
You wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin
Once you’re in, you keep spiralling
Never know which next one you’ll be in
Fuck you as you venerate your labour
You’re wrapped around the system like cigarette paper
Twenty-hour shifts got your brain breaking down
Your anxiety’s a requisite part of your behaviour
All in favour of Brexit raise your fingers
I can see them from the crack in your closet door splinters
Who’d have thought that democracy implies
That the mob are now wise able political thinkers?
I guess I’ll drink three fingers to that
Then document the moment and post it on Pinterest
I show the Internet my idealised perfection
But my dating life is stagnant, with no swipes on Tinder left
So what epitomises our day and age?
It’s that Google has the answer to every single thing that’s made
Defunct is the book, lost are the manuals
The only letters left are the ones on your Twitter page
Uh uh uh uh, at least we have to tolerate together
This pitter-pattering weather that keeps pestering us
I smell the festering mud
I’d rather travel to a warm paradise where I can rest and make love (oh yeah
baby)
So let me exit the club, 'cause all these
Underaged kids are clearly vexed and on drugs
The sad truth about this Generation Z
Is that they can’t even recite the whole alphabet
These vicious circles are pulling me in
I wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin
Once I’m in, I keep spiralling
Never know which next one I’ll be in (yo)
These vicious circles are pulling you in
You wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin
Once you’re in, you keep spiralling
Never know which next one you’ll be in
Listen mate, put that fucking phone down
I’m not gonna tell you again, I said- no!
Stop filming, don’t film me, fucking put it down
Oi — what you fucking doing?
Put that thing away, I don’t wanna be in it
Nah mate, you’ve got no right, no right, what you doing, fuck off