Vicious Circles - Human Error, NGMA, Deo de Madman

Yo yo yo yo yo yo

Whattup, put down those phones

Get off Instagram, come back to the real world

Yo, welcome to the Human Error universe

This is Deo de Madman

Now shut up

Fuck you and your pursuit of the truth

It’s a post-modern world where you are what you choose

Fake news is the flavour of the season

Where reason defers to your Daily Mail readers

State leaders are taking it in turns

To tie a little expert to a stake until he burns

While I’m still stuck trying to speak with intimidating words

Your emojis make a scintillating verse, so

I’ll break it down for your mediocre intellect

Your thoughts connect slower than a modem to the Internet

Yes, I can bust rhymes, fire, I combust

In your mind without a middle man and

Burn you with more lines than a griddle pan (he he he)

I make you giggle man?

Higgledy piggledy fall according to my simple plan

You still with me?

Didn’t think I’d take you that far

My words spread more terror than Allahu Akbar

Snap back, now do I have your attention?

Even ISIS has got an honourable mention

Has he lost his mind?

Nah, it’s probably dementia

I wish that I could join in his adventure

Left of centre?

I was singing el pueblo unido

As I swung from the placenta

What, you want something to censor?

Alexa, play me something I can watch animal sex to

These vicious circles are pulling me in

I wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin

Once I’m in, I keep spiralling

Never know which next one I’ll be in

These vicious circles are pulling you in

You wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin

Once you’re in, you keep spiralling

Never know which next one you’ll be in

Fuck you as you venerate your labour

You’re wrapped around the system like cigarette paper

Twenty-hour shifts got your brain breaking down

Your anxiety’s a requisite part of your behaviour

All in favour of Brexit raise your fingers

I can see them from the crack in your closet door splinters

Who’d have thought that democracy implies

That the mob are now wise able political thinkers?

I guess I’ll drink three fingers to that

Then document the moment and post it on Pinterest

I show the Internet my idealised perfection

But my dating life is stagnant, with no swipes on Tinder left

So what epitomises our day and age?

It’s that Google has the answer to every single thing that’s made

Defunct is the book, lost are the manuals

The only letters left are the ones on your Twitter page

Uh uh uh uh, at least we have to tolerate together

This pitter-pattering weather that keeps pestering us

I smell the festering mud

I’d rather travel to a warm paradise where I can rest and make love (oh yeah

baby)

So let me exit the club, 'cause all these

Underaged kids are clearly vexed and on drugs

The sad truth about this Generation Z

Is that they can’t even recite the whole alphabet

These vicious circles are pulling me in

I wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin

Once I’m in, I keep spiralling

Never know which next one I’ll be in (yo)

These vicious circles are pulling you in

You wanna get out, but can’t get enough of the sin

Once you’re in, you keep spiralling

Never know which next one you’ll be in

Listen mate, put that fucking phone down

I’m not gonna tell you again, I said- no!

Stop filming, don’t film me, fucking put it down

Oi — what you fucking doing?

Put that thing away, I don’t wanna be in it

Nah mate, you’ve got no right, no right, what you doing, fuck off