Myopitopia Songtext
von Jerry Paper

It′s 6 a.m. as I stir my coffee
And look out at the end of my street
I see a pile of busted up microwaves bathed in orange light
Shone like the throne for a single Sprite

There's a torn up chair, and a dented dryer
And a tableau of plastic cups
A few years ago these were glories of the free world
Fresh from birth on the global supply chain


Their production, fed by destruction
Conceived with infinity in mind
It′s a picture of the human race screaming
No! No! In the face of entropy
It's a picture of the human race screaming
No! No! In the face of entropy

That's how you build a
That′s how you build a
That′s how you build a myopitopia

Myopitopia
Myopitopia

Myopitopia, 'topia
Myop...
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