irony. utility. pretext.

they said it's not enough, just to shoot us down, it's a sound that's systematized, it's a noise just to drown us out, but when your time is come, we'll all be there, just to watch you fall, and then one by one, all the parasites will just fall off, you put your vote in a ballot box, this one's marked undp, inscribe your, tyrant's name in blood, choice is the guillotine, we'll put our faith into afro pop, in a decolonized context, espouse the aesthetes', contempt for ethos, irony. utility. pretext, but all you can say, "embrace primitive man", "destroy primitive man", "with our art, we'll transcend again", you put your hand out to shake, then they export you in chains, you fought, for centuries for change, and they gave you, more of the same, they swapped the dogs, and the cross, for sublimated forestalling, they changed the names, of the boss, until you forgot who it was, find your favorite color, so you can wash it out, in your hymns, correcting primitive cracks, into straight lines, superiority is born again, we'll put our faith into afro pop, in a decolonized context, espouse the aesthetes', contempt for ethos, irony. utility. pretext, but all you can say is.