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A pointless society necessarily consumes itself Lacking an exterior goal, circularity assumes its place Singularity, leaving human intelligence behind Rapacious decadence, usher in the post-human age A new feudal age A new feudal age At the whim of a lord, we serve At the whim of a lord, we die At the whim of a lord, we drown At the whim of a lord, we exist At the whim of a lord, what we are is destroyed Don't even understand the phenomenon to be replaced Yet an ill-understood emergent phenomenon is still embraced Singularity, leaving human intelligence behind Rapacious decadence, usher in the post-human age A new feudal age A new feudal age At the whim of a lord, we serve At the whim of a lord, we die At the whim of a lord, we drown At the whim of a lord, we exist At the whim of a lord, what we are is destroyed The least-funny in history A new feudal age A new feudal age At the whim of a lord, we serve At the whim of a lord, we die At the whim of a lord, we drown At the whim of a lord, we exist At the whim of a lord, what we are is destroyed
Writer(s): Michael Kenney, David Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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