Relics Of A Doomed Civilization

Brady Randez "Relics Of A Doomed Civilization" (2026)

Produced by Brady Randez

UPF Minds

look at you there, sitting and smiling
staring at the screen, you can't live without

consuming waste, neutralizing you
your processed brain, believing every lie

too deep in the trance, to even resist a bit
your brain terminal, sudo kill me

your little thoughts, nothing but static
you were fed poison, since you were small

getting that prescription, go to the pharmacy
buying some meds, somehow cure you

perhaps that is the source of your problems
the cancerous pills for shrinking population

Regulated Me

scrolling on the web
everyday everytime
seeing that tesla
now i want it all the time

the latest insta pics
oh how good she looks
i'll bow to you meta
you can have my books

i'm eating mcdonald's
just gobbling it up
i woke up the next morning
now i can't get up

i'm out of the pub
on my way to hit the puck
but everyone just laughed
saying i'm a retarded fuck

burning my flesh out on the ice rink
cuz' our brains are empty static
people just go and resume their lives
no one understands the regulated me

i'm watching a great show on netflix
i just can't bear how amazing it is
no more seasons, oh what a disgrace
definitely worse than the WTC attacks

i'm having a major headache at the back of my head
i'll buy some pills to increase the static brain
people need gasoline so freaking much that
they could chug it down their very own throats

burning my flesh out on the ice rink
cuz' our brains are empty static
people just go and resume their lives
no one understands the regulated me

i put the gas bombs in the corridors of the cruise ship
people just scream and choke on the fumes
i learned it from a game that i play on my pc
i'm very used to being chased by the authorities

i go to the dancefloor at the center of the ship
i log on spotify and put the right song
i'm dancing in the middle like peter quill
choking sounds on the background and i don't care

burning my flesh out on the ice rink
cuz' our brains are empty static
people just go and resume their lives
no one understands the regulated me

Systemslave

servant of the system did i get that right?
grinding on hard plus do it everyday
tired of your supervisor just kill him now
crush his skull with steel-toe boots

gotta go to work for 40 hours a week
do that all your life and then just die
gotta get your coffee every freaking day
coffee is what i call my personal prozac

you have to keep on working for the supervisor
all that you need is his fucking greed
you were programmed to work and die
all that you were meant for since you were born

the moment you die you'll just be forgotten
just like the billions before you
you might even wish for a reprogram
the reprogram is called an abortion

open your computer it says hello my slave
you won't even bother to think about it
your mind is just a fucking masturbator
masturbate while your minds is being collected

trying to resist is a funny habit
they'll just throw more lies down your throat
you will take those lies with a happy face
there's no escape to being a systemslave

SM Trance

you keep on with the trends and it hurts your head
you saw those nice breasts now you masturbate
you have to put on your tanning cream
you don't even care if it makes you look orange

you wonder could you look like her on the picture
perhaps you should get a brazilian butt lift
first it's a botox then it's a facelift
you'll do anything to make yourself 'favored'

hey brent rivera just invited you to his party
you have to keep on going with the fake image
put on those fancy clothes and act like you're rich
cuz' everyone'll be there waiting for you

who cares if your face looks a little bit fake
at least everyone's looking up to you
you have to keep up with this world of lies
cuz' everyone'll be there waiting for you

now you're that kid addicted on that ipad
you cannot stop and don't wanna stop
became that teenager that scrolls on the gram
perhaps toktik too and fuck you too

you're half the cunt and just a ghost
on the platforms like a brainless meat
work at tim hortons and erode away

hey brent rivera just invited you to his party
you have to keep on going with the fake image
put on those fancy clothes and act like you're rich
cuz' everyone'll be there waiting for you

who cares if your face looks a little bit fake
at least everyone's looking up to you
you have to keep up with this world of lies
cuz' everyone'll be there waiting for you

became that adult working 40 hours a week
you're no longer young and just a tool
you try to hang out with those young people
but they just laugh and call you an old fool

your brain is synthesized and automated
it's only running on low self mode
you got your nice wife and those two little kids
you still gotta compete with that family on the gram

Consume That Plastic

i go to the store and buy some food
it's in a plastic box and i adore it so much
i was told that plastic food is bad for you
but i don't care and it's not true

plastic food box is the poke ball
i'm the pokemon stuck inside it
i need the product and me in it
i'm the product but i don't know that

consume that plastic in the name of mondelez
consume that plastic it will make you happy
consume that plastic in the name of amazon prime
consume that plastic it will make you non-aware

i eat food and half the world starves
microplastic brain chips in my lunch
it doesn't matter i just want my crisps
my dna, sell that too, just give me the sandwich

i gotta include the drinks too
i love drinking those chemical fluids
i keep on drinking my protein shake
i know it won't help but it's a sunny day

It's Not About You