The Modern Man
Hello, I am the modern man: Impress, Depress, Repeat
Hello, I am the modern man
Take a look at my hand,
Yes! Right there at the fingers
Yes, this is what these blisters mean:
I press
I press all the time
Press is the essence of mine.
Impress, depress
Impress, depress
Impress, depress
Impress, depress
Just, press all the time.
Phones, sticks,
Drones, switch
Votes, ditch
Just press press all the while
And those press: my mental impress.
My soul I’ve pressed
Even God I’ve compressed
My life I’ve compressed
Within the digital express
Digitally oppressed and repressed
Oppressed, repressed
Oppressed, repressed
Oppressed, repressed
Oppressed, repressed
Just press press all the time
As always, the privates my empress
Emperor and empress
Yes, I am the press
I have to be the press
Pressure in my blood
Pressure in my job
Pressure for fame, pressuredly tamed
Pressure Pressure Pressure
The modern man
Clinically depressed:
I am the modern man…
(Oh! Shut Up I've started to touch)
Hello, I am the modern man
Take a look at my feet,
Yes! Right there at the underside
Yes, this is what these blisters mean,
I run
I run all the time
Run is the essence of mine
Overrun Outrun
Overrun Outrun
Overrun Outrun
Overrun Outrun
Just run all the time.
Grounds, streets
Sounds, deeds
Foolpitch, spaceship
Highways, sellways
Just run run all the while.
And those dyruns,
My mental key-run
My essence I have outrunned
Even God I’ve burned
Yes burned and ruined
For the digital forerun
Digitally drunk, wrung
drunk, wrung
drunk, wrung
drunk, wrung
drunk, wrung
Just run all the time
As always the privates my ruin
I run,
The modern man
Actually runned (over)
The modern man…
(Oh! Shut Up I've started to fly)
Hello, I am the modern man
Take a look at my head
Yes! Right there at the top
Yes, this is what this colour means,
I’ve dyed
I dye all the time
Dying is the essence of mine.
Yes,
I am a dire…
I died and I continue to die
I die all the while.
I press and I run
Yes,
I press and I run
I press and I run
I press and I run
I press and I run
So I can forget me dying
Constantly dying…
Pressing running dying
I dye and die
Everything I dye
And make it die
Hair, soul
Persona, hole
Life, God
Yes life itself
And God Himself I’ve dyed
No, he hasn’t died
He has been dyed
By those:
Pressurizing rundies
I am the press, the modern man
I run and die.
I get runned over by life’s dark reality
To save me from it, bright the stars are supposed to be
What an Irony.
I, the modern man…
Run and Press
For the impress and empress
And I die, depressed…
That’s all of my life…
I can’t run after that…
Death and I am done…
The modern man…
(Oh! Shut Up I've started to touch, fly and live long: Bless me!)
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Adesh Acharya
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