Spending all your time sniffing at varied façades to tell them apart
Indulging in those sweet, long-awaited, smooth-to-the-touch flavors right before your eyes
And turning a deaf ear to painfully brutal lectures
You palavered on such puerile fantasies
Which somehow have been highly favored under this situation
And this trend;
Every single thing of it could
Never be more nauseous, really! (lol)
What, what
You reckon this alone is the “truth” to you
And that everything else is falsе?
Well, if you’re satisfied with that
Thеn I won’t restrain you from drowning there
However, no matter how far you go, that’ll still be
A mere story made up of the signals you’ve ever siphoned over;
It’s nothing more than a foreword of you, by you, for you
Even though you cannot
Comprehend that structure
Before you knew it
All the words around you
Have been replaced with someone’s stories
And thus the “fact” ended up dead
It ended up dead
It ended up dead
In modern times where everything including information
Has exhaustively become subject to capitalism
What you could see is not everything
But what you can’t see has no value at all
Such a structure is there
Based on which many statements and those sentiments
Are stacking up—
If you can’t even be responsible for yourself
Then why don’tcha just pipe down already? (lol)
Ugh
Here’s a literacy that’s so simply low
In which machine language arranges a sidewalk
Leading to a chamber infested
With justice, jealousy, and the like
Incognizant of those venders
Narrowing their creativity
Those who assumed they had intellectualized
Were ruining our country
Alas
Suppose we could actually experience
What it is like to be a bat
Or the view from nowhere
How good would it be?
Whilst the boundary between
Fact and opinion is becoming vague
Something low-resolution comes into existence
And is being consumed as entertainment
Privacy of qualia
Asymmetry of information
And imagination and calculation filling their gaps
Are being thrusted into between you and me
That type of thing
Has melted into such places
As everyday life
Or public airwaves, working as a
Nuisance to you today as usual
Even though we cannot
Comprehend that structure
Before we know it
We’re enjoying our lives
Just going with the flow, nonchalant—
And thus “we” ended up dead
We ended up dead
We ended up dead
(Alt. Title(s): Shinde Shimatta nda)