Chuck Inglish - Stream of Consciousness lyrics

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Chuck Inglish - Stream of Consciousness lyrics

You're not trendy without a beard, a tattoo, or muscular figure, you want to be like an image on Tumblr, or even bigger, bigger? Hashtag, pull the trigger, you can either be yourself, or copy somebodies vigour, vigour? This is the internet, regret is in the future, persona inside computers, choose... Corporation was invented in leather shoes and a bright tire, that's just a footnote, now think about the Zeitgeist, type wise, if knowledge is power connect the wifi 'n' now you are powerful like the 1% of white guys, in the white house, tellin' white lies! Eating venison, and drinking white wine So just remember your mind is the only license, to pilot a rocket, take information that you would like and, shoot for the stars, like Neil Degra**e Tyson Hashtag, pull the trigger, fire into space and inspire kids to be different Listen... I'm not gonna say that you're special, 'coz I'm, not Lady gaga in a dress made of flesh or a guest on David Letterman and tryna sell a few records, but... I can tell you this for free, Jealousy is a cancer and envy is a disease, so try and find what you love and let it k** you in your sleep! Mr Bukowski, rest in peace, if I told you I'm a rapper I'd be lying through my teeth, this is a stream, of consciousness! Write for survival, arriving to murder idols, don't try to be controversial I'm just burning a bible, I sidle up to mere mortals, and teach 'em not to be normal, I'm borderline, psychotic, your conversations are boring, I'm talkin' a bigger picture than just 'how was your morning' more than devour your warming, you think power can stop me sawing? I'm yawning at your intelligence, you think it's important! Really of course and, there's nothing more to life, than feeling awesome! (Pause) Hashtag pull the trigger, a mind scarier than suicide figures Listen Now pull the curtain, your brain is the only burden And I don't even exist, hi, my name is Tyler Durden Quit taking my word as gospel, this isn't a f**ing sermon! I seriously don't exist, I'm an existential immersion, I'm bursting your brain cells and siphoning out your sternum, but the verses you're rehearsing, will live longer, than any person... On earth and your cerebellum is a curse 'coz you cannot pull the trigger with such omnipresence and purpose, nothing to lose, now everything's on the surface Hashtag, pull the trigger, I'm sending mixed messages, my complex, is bigger, out of context, this concept, is comp-let-ely bonkers, so tell me I'm pompous 'coz, this is a stream of consciousness