MC Silk - Ostatni z nas

Once there was a time
And once there was a world
Who has forgotten what luck is
Just the fact it is
Pixel on the map of cosmos,
A second of time, but for us everything
We give it away for free
We saboutage our future.
Everything that today is obvious
May become deficyt
When we suspend ecosystem
And we experience game over
Because civilization is a game
In advance put into failure
But as long as it Rolls we have a comfort to have faith
Which every day changes into ensurance
That if we have gone so far
And we have reached the civilization high score
Then we deserve immortality
We are becoming sims because of our own will
These few on the top
Those many on bottom
Create simulation of control
These few on the top
Those many on bottom
Created the present of such type
Almost as if they had an option to restart playstation
Those, who think they have this planet for their own
Every game has an ending
The only chance is multiplayer

This is the nature of our specie
We learn only on our mistakes
Sometimes there is no place for failure
As it’s our first Earth
Still phantomatics, personatics Lem
Has predicted them over half of century ago
But present, it’s hell
Was even out of Lem’s dreams
Targeted ads of ads
The police of mind is useless
Your shout is already unhearable
Today nobody needs gags.
Because floats what is light
And algorythms promote dung
You want to say that you die inside? Buy a banner with naked woman
Be like others or die
A swamp of sposored thoughts
No place for your own opinion
Product placement under skull
Weightlessness of topics that
We choose as our life target
Which effects in us when we grow up
The zombie generation, copy, paste
In HD, fotoplastykon for these who will be after us
Stopped on the servers in instagram poses, stopgapper, doesn’t do his job
When we have real troubles
Because we forget that outside the frame of the screen
Happens the world

Even though forever is right now,
Now will never be forever
Catch the moment and catch breathe
Before it, like we, becomes an artefact
Like many after you, and an ocean before you
Stop and squeeze the moment
Paradoxically they do have a taste, because they are limited and counted

The smell of skin burned with sun
In the nature the roof of sky
Crunch of snow under shoes
Under bare feet sand
Temperature of body against
A woman under quilt
A palette of taste of icy drink
Empty city, full tank
And nighty zephyr, good truck
The one that gives you creeks on your body – teaser, stop the time
Bike rally without direction, many of us will approciate this as post facum
Like photos, these, which only with time will gain kontrast
And you never really know
Which will bounce back like matrix
Taste, sound, smell, moment,
Noone despite you will read this out
It will stay inside you untill the end
And with you it will pass forever
Atoms and meanings collected for a moment will again change into abstraction