Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gimson
Performer
Pound to the Credit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gimson
Songwriter
Lomax
Songwriter
Josh Fredberg
Songwriter
Lyrics
Look
One, two
Ahhh
The not knowing of god will bring you closer to god
Said someone on a podcast I listened to
How odd and skewed is that vision you have on said subjects
That subletted knowledge you paid through the nose for
What did you hope for?
We're stuck in a dope war with an institution that wants you compliant
They don't really want you close to god just the dogma
A who gotcha moment isolated on the sofa
Divided watching Oprah with a tub of plant based ice cream
Unsustainable palm readings and nervous wrecks
Have you heard what's next?
We're all Hollywood prepped so it's not unexpected
Just watch who's elected in times of fear
Now the end is here there's no audience for the credits
Who made the edits?
We should start a subreddit to help spread the news
Give the leaders psychedelics it'll benefit you
Don't forget to rate your trip on trip-advisor
And sale your expertise on Fiverr
To those who are none the wiser (thick twat)
Here we go again snake oil gets a rebrand
We only sale what's on demand and what's demanded is purpose
A self worth that's worthless through some reverse self help quackery
Fictional flattery to recharge the batteries
Disney duck tales setting the stage with a heartbroken orphan
Waltzing around our self entitled importance
Emotions and endorphins
Triggered in accordance with today's propaganda
Memes made on Canva circulate a chamber
Away in a manger no crib for a bed just some crypts for the dead
And unread scriptures of shit head emojis
And incorrectly deciphered acronyms
There's nothing ancient about what you are practicing
More false idols and the lies that we ask of them
Whilst basking in a mug shot in pretended paradises
Parasite recitals through the platforms of your choosing
Well done you're still losing
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is this?
Who the fuck are you?
Can we make some sense of this?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is this?
Who the fuck am I?
How many fucks should I give?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
Yo I'm not sure they got the message
I'm trying to count my blessings
Study the fluorescence of the common insurrection
It ain't a resurrection steal a rolly for my breakfast
And write until I'm left leaving nothing ambidextrous
Cancel out the phase when I'm working with the textures
Set the bars parallel some people are expectant
Spreading at accelerant slowly if it's relevant
Stooping in my element avoiding most the medicine
Hear that I'm a veteran long, lost, unknown but malevolent
Forever venomous with dissertations worth of evidence
I'm sorry for the forest worth of trees I may have desecrated
In a no go zone created never celebrated
Needs must I breathe disgust in until they discuss this
Misaligned minor still needs readjusting
Psychological profilers getting flustered
At the prospect of delving in my brain like a dustbin
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is this?
Who the fuck are you?
Can we make some sense of this?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is this?
Who the fuck am I?
How many fucks should I give?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
What the fuck is life?
Can we make some sense of this?
Can we make some sense of this?
Can we make some sense of this?
Writer(s): Josh Fredberg, Mike Lomax, Samuel Blake Gimson
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