Filter - Ian Mccausland
Swallowing pills without water isn’t as cool as I thought,
Dumb bliss, engorging everything, replacing question marks
It feels like feeling nothing, and you can feel nothing so bad.
passion atrophied somewhere between the TV remote and the national anthem
I don’t want to be anyone; identity is soluble in advertising noise
It must have disintegrated sometime between going to the doctor and watching movie previews.
I can’t find it, and it doesn’t really seem to matter.
Spiritual reveries torn through a filter of stars and stripes
I’m bearing witness to the lobotomy of my city on fox news
Lynched in the womb, nothing much new
it’s always been this way
Dumb bliss, engorging everything, replacing question marks
It feels like feeling nothing, and you can feel nothing so bad.
passion atrophied somewhere between the TV remote and the national anthem
I don’t want to be anyone; identity is soluble in advertising noise
It must have disintegrated sometime between going to the doctor and watching movie previews.
I can’t find it, and it doesn’t really seem to matter.
Spiritual reveries torn through a filter of stars and stripes
I’m bearing witness to the lobotomy of my city on fox news
Lynched in the womb, nothing much new
it’s always been this way