Bossa Nova-esque rhythms coupled with progressive/metal crunch (Bossa Metal?). Lyrical musings about uninstalling whatever it is the heart is too reliant on. Enjoy.
Lyrics
Tear ‘em down, rip ‘em up, sabotage your crutches
Step away from the counter
Poppy seeds and pick me ups won’t help you down the stretches
Toss the sedatives and downers
The panacea is feigned and all the counterfeit contentment maintained
But the flavor leaves a permanent stain
Vocal knack and sex appeal- are true idol vigor
Spur the crowds to mad commotion
Quarterbacks and grecian gods and marvel superheroes
Will try to save you with their potions
The monumental physique and talents aimed intent to buckle your knee
The people gods endeavor to please
(Chorus)
Uninstall the pop up pitfalls
In order to serve
the son of man
your gods must fall
Uninstall
Play the market, stir the slots, money’s on the table
Lucky seven rules the land
Roll the dice or cut the deck just take a gamble
Ante up on sinking sand
Money market allure; and real estate a solid bet to be sure
But commodities are never the cure
Chorus
Bridge
They may not all work voodoo
nor look like a wooden statue
But those pop ups aim to undo all your inner peace
They come in all shapes and sizes
They promise you all the prizes
How the heart yearns to be optimized and error-free
The pop ups clutter the view
perhaps my soul needs a total reboot
Lord I keep forgetting that I just need you
Chorus