Amon Tobin - Mannequin City lyrics

[Natural] Lyrical dosage One hundred milligram substance Trickling into your subconscious I grab this game up by its haunches and hurl it into darkness Faster than missiles from rocket launchers So it wouldn't be a stretch to say that Natural bombs sh** ‘Cause my anger is constant I'd rather rot inside a slimy sarcophagus Than coexist with a species I have nothing in common with I'm not a product of my environment My environment's a product of the f**ed up people living inside of it Besides the oxygen flowing through my esophagus Me and mankind are complete opposites Two totally different creatures With different patterns and behaviors Biologically unrelated Yet so familiar with mankind's misery It feels like me as a human being has been here for centuries Walking slowly through the streets of Mannequin City A land devoid of all that is living So abandoned and windy Looking like some ghost town from the Gold Rush of the 19th century And aside from the occasional Tumbleweed that pa**es so swiftly You would've thought that it was empty Wearing American Apparel jeans, they stare at me Eyes open, emotionless Prepared to speak Pale corpses stand as still as a portrait Wearing chains too heavy for their necks to support it It's morbid As they disintegrate in silence The gap between reality and imagination widens Conspicuous consumption With no soul or a conscience to haunt them Only the Louis Vuitton garments and bracelets Their spellbinding gaze is as blank as the smiles I see painted across their faces Outer appearance is everything to a mannequin Their vision restricts them from seeing what people have within Yet beneath the exterior there is nothing Sometimes I feel forgotten Doomed to forever live among them What kind of purpose does it serve to put A person on this earth And then desert him at his birth with no Companions No noises Interaction is pointless At least in solitary confinement you hear Voices Walking slowly through the streets of Mannequin City A land devoid of all that is living So abandoned and windy Looking like some ghost town from the Gold Rush of the 19th century And aside from the occasional tumbleweed that pa**es so swiftly You would have thought that it was empty The sands of time erase the memory Population zero; EST unknown Now entering