LYRICS GAME

Some crooked angels from Silicon Valley

Those who live in the dark in full light

Said: Go be virtuous in vice

From screens with blues bluer than blue

Now my story is a dense algorithm

That sells blindfolds to real sellers

My neurons took on a new rhythm

And more, and more, and more, and more, and more

Arab Spring, and right after, the horror

Wanting the world to end

Shadows of love

Macabre clown leaders sprouted

In the empire and its vast backyards

As millennia-old empires return

Armed with total controls

Angels already mil- or bil-, or trillionaires

Command only their mils, bils, trillions

And we, when we're not suckers

Listen to Shoenberg, Webern, Cage, songs

Beautiful brunette

You're here

No skin, screen to screen

Here we are

A vile post can kill

What could be salvation?

Which cloud, if there's not even space

No time, no yes, no no

Yes: Not even no

But there are poems like never

Or like some poet dreamed

Back when there were times long ago

And I go, why not?

I go, why not? I go

Some crooked angels from Silicon Valley

They struck deep the tiniest grain

And while we ask about the beginning

Miss Eilish does everything from the bedroom with her brother