Testo The Golden Ratio

Is this a psyop?
Its almost to dim to perceive
Like counterfeit identikit fig leaf
Word on our trench radio
Is shits just gonna get worse
With the appearances of comets
Bad accidents of birth
I can't take it

Heathens livin’ in a schism
Coz they’re free to think shit stinks
Dance to algorithms
They’re dancing with the Stasi
Lets meet, i’m in the hat
In the restaurant of your hotel
Or some midtown laundromat
The Golden Ratio
The only way we can survive
The Golden Ratio
The only thing keeps us alive
I’m sayin' 1.6180339
And two fat ladies 7-5 the Golden Ratio
Tyrannicide

The Golden Ratio
The only way we can survive
The Golden Ratio
These are interesting times
I’m sayin' 1.6180339
And two fat ladies
7-5 the Golden Ratio
Tyrannicide