bleedin' gums
I am an archetype
I am a function
I am a construct
Merely the notion
I am a stereotype
I am a commodity
I am a statistic
Apparently I'm autonomy
I am a cog in the wheel
I am the rebellion
I am bits of exploding space
I exist as zeroes and ones
Squeezed the roll of toothpaste dry
But these gums, they are still bleeding
Yet still no substance
This is not content
Please keep scrolling
No matter
Formless suspension
Spawn of density
I shrink into submission
I am the method
The meticulous approach
I am the variable
The unwilling reproach
I am a system
I am a fallacy
I am electromagnetism
And I am just a policy
I am a catharsis
I am an addiction
I am recovery
I am the mortician
But nevertheless
The world keeps teetering
It never had time for the meek and the feeble ones
I'm occupying space somewhere I guess
So I will brag about it
Still haven't touched your subject matter, dear
What's wrong, aren't you hungry?
I am incompetent
I am a virtuoso
I am simply unsubstantial
A total visionary
I am intrinsic
I am strategically incidental
I am insignificant
I am somehow consequential
I am problematic
I am completely valid
I have no equilibrium
A picture of perfect balance
The new is dead
Get over it
I shouldn't always try to be so cryptic
Grown tired with anthropology
The human race owes itself more than an apology
With your voice
You penetrate the atmosphere
With your hand
You displace all the atoms here
In this life
I hope there's time to make amends
Although you try
You'll never make it all make sense
I am a function
I am a construct
Merely the notion
I am a stereotype
I am a commodity
I am a statistic
Apparently I'm autonomy
I am a cog in the wheel
I am the rebellion
I am bits of exploding space
I exist as zeroes and ones
Squeezed the roll of toothpaste dry
But these gums, they are still bleeding
Yet still no substance
This is not content
Please keep scrolling
No matter
Formless suspension
Spawn of density
I shrink into submission
I am the method
The meticulous approach
I am the variable
The unwilling reproach
I am a system
I am a fallacy
I am electromagnetism
And I am just a policy
I am a catharsis
I am an addiction
I am recovery
I am the mortician
But nevertheless
The world keeps teetering
It never had time for the meek and the feeble ones
I'm occupying space somewhere I guess
So I will brag about it
Still haven't touched your subject matter, dear
What's wrong, aren't you hungry?
I am incompetent
I am a virtuoso
I am simply unsubstantial
A total visionary
I am intrinsic
I am strategically incidental
I am insignificant
I am somehow consequential
I am problematic
I am completely valid
I have no equilibrium
A picture of perfect balance
The new is dead
Get over it
I shouldn't always try to be so cryptic
Grown tired with anthropology
The human race owes itself more than an apology
With your voice
You penetrate the atmosphere
With your hand
You displace all the atoms here
In this life
I hope there's time to make amends
Although you try
You'll never make it all make sense
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Writer(s): Mark Pemberton
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