It's concrete, but the streets are drowning in green
And all the tweets are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
Artifacts, facts are arty, smarty pants, party raps
Mardi Gras, Harley Quinn's hearty pack
Joker's stacked, kings and queens trading jacks
Parading crazed, making packs, whites and blacks, baited catch
Lightning hands, thunderclap, to govern meant to f*ck a back
Always been a dick like Cumberbatch, under axe in underpants
Lumberjacks, London tax, falling down the busses packed
Forgotten tramps and shopping bags, minus tag still glad in rags
Chuckling at some city rats, pavement slab, no welcome mat
Hit the boiling point, melting stats, enslave and gag the map
Kick the bucket, free the crabs, pigeon stepping, fidget spinners
Devil prepping, idle fingers, I'm no ancient
Just an Inker, ascending temples as evil lingers
Indistinctive, got my instincts, in this scripted, world conflicted
Get descriptive, slinky imprint, ending circles, banish simping
Sinking over, steps restricted, shadow spirits envelop, kindred
Cloak and dagger, strike predicted, see it come like kneeling bitches
It's concrete, but the streets, are drowning in green
And all the tweets, are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man, to machine
Consuming habits, feed addictive, scratch a back and bleed your riches
Cryptic hinting, civic pingrid, words are graphed and crossed extinguished
Kids are flipped, their heads are f*cked with, tales of rich explicit
Tinted, sickly shadow, fingered fillet, no dining after eight if minted
Schooling the apocalypse, disaster class 101
The master's laugh, a swan has sung, hierarchy dung on common tongue
National interest, hides below a foreign thumb
Defenseless, against capital pincers, screaming out abhorrent lungs
Livestream torrents, PC plums, siphon offers, fall in line, so yes today
Or tomorrow, might never come
Queue anon, battle royal, nothing's orderly
My free-for-all, a next dimension, I exist in 4D
Funny wizards, and cartoon witches, pagan flicks with PG tips
Bread and circus, bagging riches, give a wiccan more tea
Sofas dipped, the leathers slipped from years of watching Maury
Kids are watching Balamory, or they're up late feasting on some gory
Like Dora, they should be outside exploring, touring
But unfortunately, the tablet tells a different story
Heed a warning, please I'm warning, but I still get called appalling
For my calling, but it's only stalling, what they do is worse than what I'm talking
It's concrete, but the streets, are drowning in green
And all the tweets, are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
Play Fibonacci with a game of quarks embalmed ark
Atoms march in the same space, a universe apart
Stitching matrix sewing stars, women Venus, men from Mars
Tracks are charted Darwin path
Suits to supes like Meghan Marks
Slitting fabric felt from far
It's robot human pugilism
Merging mesh with body parts
Bionic flesh transhumanism
Allergic parts
Boxed to death inside computer prison
The conclusion
Final sequence
Cyborgs risen
Pain - Man 2 Machine Lyrics
Pain - Man 2 Machine Lyrics
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English
It's concrete, but the streets are drowning in green
And all the tweets are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
Artifacts, facts are arty, smarty pants, party raps
Mardi Gras, Harley Quinn's hearty pack
Joker's stacked, kings and queens trading jacks
Parading crazed, making packs, whites and blacks, baited catch
Lightning hands, thunderclap, to govern meant to f*ck a back
Always been a dick like Cumberbatch, under axe in underpants
Lumberjacks, London tax, falling down the busses packed
Forgotten tramps and shopping bags, minus tag still glad in rags
Chuckling at some city rats, pavement slab, no welcome mat
Hit the boiling point, melting stats, enslave and gag the map
Kick the bucket, free the crabs, pigeon stepping, fidget spinners
Devil prepping, idle fingers, I'm no ancient
Just an Inker, ascending temples as evil lingers
Indistinctive, got my instincts, in this scripted, world conflicted
Get descriptive, slinky imprint, ending circles, banish simping
Sinking over, steps restricted, shadow spirits envelop, kindred
Cloak and dagger, strike predicted, see it come like kneeling bitches
It's concrete, but the streets, are drowning in green
And all the tweets, are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man, to machine
Consuming habits, feed addictive, scratch a back and bleed your riches
Cryptic hinting, civic pingrid, words are graphed and crossed extinguished
Kids are flipped, their heads are f*cked with, tales of rich explicit
Tinted, sickly shadow, fingered fillet, no dining after eight if minted
Schooling the apocalypse, disaster class 101
The master's laugh, a swan has sung, hierarchy dung on common tongue
National interest, hides below a foreign thumb
Defenseless, against capital pincers, screaming out abhorrent lungs
Livestream torrents, PC plums, siphon offers, fall in line, so yes today
Or tomorrow, might never come
Queue anon, battle royal, nothing's orderly
My free-for-all, a next dimension, I exist in 4D
Funny wizards, and cartoon witches, pagan flicks with PG tips
Bread and circus, bagging riches, give a wiccan more tea
Sofas dipped, the leathers slipped from years of watching Maury
Kids are watching Balamory, or they're up late feasting on some gory
Like Dora, they should be outside exploring, touring
But unfortunately, the tablet tells a different story
Heed a warning, please I'm warning, but I still get called appalling
For my calling, but it's only stalling, what they do is worse than what I'm talking
It's concrete, but the streets, are drowning in green
And all the tweets, are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
Play Fibonacci with a game of quarks embalmed ark
Atoms march in the same space, a universe apart
Stitching matrix sewing stars, women Venus, men from Mars
Tracks are charted Darwin path
Suits to supes like Meghan Marks
Slitting fabric felt from far
It's robot human pugilism
Merging mesh with body parts
Bionic flesh transhumanism
Allergic parts
Boxed to death inside computer prison
The conclusion
Final sequence
Cyborgs risen
And all the tweets are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
From man to machine
Artifacts, facts are arty, smarty pants, party raps
Mardi Gras, Harley Quinn's hearty pack
Joker's stacked, kings and queens trading jacks
Parading crazed, making packs, whites and blacks, baited catch
Lightning hands, thunderclap, to govern meant to f*ck a back
Always been a dick like Cumberbatch, under axe in underpants
Lumberjacks, London tax, falling down the busses packed
Forgotten tramps and shopping bags, minus tag still glad in rags
Chuckling at some city rats, pavement slab, no welcome mat
Hit the boiling point, melting stats, enslave and gag the map
Kick the bucket, free the crabs, pigeon stepping, fidget spinners
Devil prepping, idle fingers, I'm no ancient
Just an Inker, ascending temples as evil lingers
Indistinctive, got my instincts, in this scripted, world conflicted
Get descriptive, slinky imprint, ending circles, banish simping
Sinking over, steps restricted, shadow spirits envelop, kindred
Cloak and dagger, strike predicted, see it come like kneeling bitches
It's concrete, but the streets, are drowning in green
And all the tweets, are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man, to machine
Consuming habits, feed addictive, scratch a back and bleed your riches
Cryptic hinting, civic pingrid, words are graphed and crossed extinguished
Kids are flipped, their heads are f*cked with, tales of rich explicit
Tinted, sickly shadow, fingered fillet, no dining after eight if minted
Schooling the apocalypse, disaster class 101
The master's laugh, a swan has sung, hierarchy dung on common tongue
National interest, hides below a foreign thumb
Defenseless, against capital pincers, screaming out abhorrent lungs
Livestream torrents, PC plums, siphon offers, fall in line, so yes today
Or tomorrow, might never come
Queue anon, battle royal, nothing's orderly
My free-for-all, a next dimension, I exist in 4D
Funny wizards, and cartoon witches, pagan flicks with PG tips
Bread and circus, bagging riches, give a wiccan more tea
Sofas dipped, the leathers slipped from years of watching Maury
Kids are watching Balamory, or they're up late feasting on some gory
Like Dora, they should be outside exploring, touring
But unfortunately, the tablet tells a different story
Heed a warning, please I'm warning, but I still get called appalling
For my calling, but it's only stalling, what they do is worse than what I'm talking
It's concrete, but the streets, are drowning in green
And all the tweets, are nested in memes
Now we watch as mankind makes a leap
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
From man, to machine
Play Fibonacci with a game of quarks embalmed ark
Atoms march in the same space, a universe apart
Stitching matrix sewing stars, women Venus, men from Mars
Tracks are charted Darwin path
Suits to supes like Meghan Marks
Slitting fabric felt from far
It's robot human pugilism
Merging mesh with body parts
Bionic flesh transhumanism
Allergic parts
Boxed to death inside computer prison
The conclusion
Final sequence
Cyborgs risen
Writer: James Lane
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid