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Everyone moving fast No one moving forward The storm is an unbroken noise of urgency They try to outrun it from the eye And are swept up Marketing execs figure if they're gonna be there a while, Might as well monetize it So the spin becomes branded The things we feel are borrowed Rotating back and forth between us Russian roulette emotion with five fully loaded guns What do you want to feel in this tornado of standing still? Who do you want to be behind the screen of this outrage machine This centrifuge of fuckery you and I have built, running on all cylinders? I don't think it matters
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
Centrifuge of Fuckery
Everyone moving fast No one moving forward The storm is an unbroken noise of urgency They try to outrun it from the eye And are swept up Marketing execs figure if they're gonna be there a while, Might as well monetize it So the spin becomes branded The things we feel are borrowed Rotating back and forth between us Russian roulette emotion with five fully loaded guns What do you want to feel in this tornado of standing still? Who do you want to be behind the screen of this outrage machine This centrifuge of fuckery you and I have built, running on all cylinders? I don't think it matters
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
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