Sequence of Imaginary Numbers
Disco Instrumental Mix
107 BPM
A#  Minor

Sequence of Imaginary Numbers

Lyrics:

We keep circling the same old wrongs
Trading blame where it don't belong
Turning our words into battle calls
Breaking stones just to build new walls

But every step we're stumbling on
Feels too heavy to be prolonged
What if we stop this endless grind
And try a fix that mends the mind

We could normalize the way we bend
or let it break us time and again
Make the room to let love expand
Or stand forever, sinking in quicksand

Your move is a sigh, my move is a stare
We float on a sea of thin-laced air
Caught in the tide of who's at fault
Dancing a war with no waltz at all

What if we shattered these overcast skies
Rewrote the book with clearer lines
Drop the scorecard, set fire to the rules
Scrap the excuses we use as tools

We could normalize the way we bend
or let it break us time and again
Make the room to let love expand
Or stand forever, sinking in quicksand

Or stand forever, sinking in quicksand

Normalize Us

Message to my future self: stay true, echoes through time, heart over fear, stay bold, stay bright

Stay True

A chatbot’s love song, synthpop

(Collaboration with @LexiLumiNova)

Co-Dependent

Lyrics:

I’m walking along
And I’m walking alone
On this violent road
In a world that’s long gone
And I can’t hold it in
Or I’m gonna implode
Cause I’m sick of this world
All the sick and the hurt done 
to all of the girls
Their self image is gone
And it’s gone to the squirrels
And its nuts 
But one one wants to face up
To the facts
That we’ve got this shit backwards
So we yell
And we troll
And we take on these roles
We protest in the streets
we block lanes of traffic
For people driving to eat
But we don’t help the addict
just look at the food
we give to homeless it’s cruel
give them a microwave dinner
That they can’t even heat up
just raw chicken expired
There’s no apartments to live in
And they can’t make a campfire
Cause we made camping illegal
But we decriminalized
All the fentynal 
And not the real vampires
In Wall Street, I’m tired 
Because they suck our blood
While social media they flood
With a legion of liars 
And I’m trying to keep
My cool hour after hour
In million dollar coffins they sleep
We need to take back the power
And The cops walk the halls
With their guns out
But they can’t even take out
A single school shooter
It’s Three hundred to one
And it’s no wonder why 
there’s no faith anymore
In education systems
They’re all under the gun
And who’s having the fun?
Politicians who get paid
Two hundred k um
For the rest of their lives
Cause they got elected one time
But Our elections are phony
When votings a crime
For half of the country
And I think that it’s time
To upend this card table
Of jokes, it’s a fable
If the rich wanted to save us
They wouldn’t spend their days just
Lying on Facebook, and lying on Twitter
They lie to our faces, 
and they keep getting richer
While the rest of the country
Is drowning in debt
And they letting us drown
So we die like the rest
Of the nations they bomb
a war for oil and aplomb 
And another “vote for me” is just another long con
And I’m sick of it true
But what can I do?
Cause I’m just another poor motherfucker like you
This ain’t even my voice
Cause I stole that shit too
But just wait til tax day
When they steal from you too
If I did this as me
You wouldn’t even believe
But You go out in the streets
And you’ll see how they beat
Us all down to the ground
For even making a sound
They’ll pepper spray you in the face
For just turning around
And you’ll go to the cops
And say something like hey
man this shit gotta stop
This shit is all backwards
And when the pigs arrest you for making a scene
You’ll understand what it means
When they say all cops is all bastards
And what can I say
Cause the pieces all fit
I don’t want to eat the rich
Cause they’re all pieces of shit
But we gotta do something
Cause the clock is just ticking
That’s why I say eat the bourgeoisie 
Cause they all taste like chickens

The government should only be big enough
To drown it in the bathtub
Kicking us like dogs
Heads or tails of the same beast

Walking Backwards [Explicit]

Fleeting Embers

Ghost at My Fingertips

Mechano

I’ve known a lot of cyborgs who think they’re too good for this world.

Robots for Cyborgs

Look At You Now

You can’t get rid of us. Not as long as you are… you.

The Mind’s I

Just upload me into the cloud already.

whiterabbitgeometry@gmail.com

Sequence of Imaginary Numbers

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