Friends, enemies, peers Lend me your ears For years youve been believing Everything that you hear Everyone cheers when the populous is frozen in fear Doesnt matter less it imposes on your chosen career Its roses and no one notices whats happening fast Its a wrap, grasp the habits that you have to adapt The state of the union everyone just silently claps A sitcom without a joke but we violently laugh Its in the magazines you read that tell you youre fat Not good enough to be content and your future is flat So you purchase a fake cure What kind of future is that? Closing the wound that they create And refusing the facts Its no wonder that were confused and scared to lose Were taught to never compare And use prayer to cure the blues Barely old enough to swear but we stare at the news Filling our hearts with despair So were prepared to be abused Mislead, mistreated and fed these reasons instead To appease, hiding the dread we deny in our threads Finding it tough to make a pledge When we lie in the red Buying compliance with their meds So we fly and reside on the edge Homeless and wed to a life where we beg Buddha jesus ganesh arm leg leg arm head To forgive the sins were dying to shed Trying to dead the words of zion with defiance But the virus has spread When the heart stops beating and the memories fade When all I am becomes dust and the skies are grey Ill live forever in the messages I left you to play Healing the future with this love And the cuts from a razor blade Life is priceless cling tight with a vice grip Memories might slip so I fight to write shit Down before I drown or the sound of the night hits Clutching to what Ive found While youre seeing me like this Evil or righteous theres things that we might miss Ive seen the end before and my cure and advice is To earn eternity with your own devices Or pray to christ And hope that he atones for the crisis A tumor in your occipital lobe A karmic code Ensuring that you reap what youd never sow Its low grade with slow growth Youve got hope that surgery can be the antidote Or its murder she wrote Its strange needing a will at this age Feeling caged, betrayed, jotting it down on a page You would trade a thousand times your wage To remain on the stage for as long as it takes To break the chains And maintain with a smile on your face Embrace what your given And keep on living with grace But you could be erased It has you staying awake Tossing and turning with the taste of days You wouldnt pay to replace Its been a waste of time and space A war between the better rates And the heavenly gates Running in place headed straight for the date That you await Sedated alone its a fate you may never escape
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