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Kill the ego, sense the fire
You feed it in public while it eats you in private
Buyer beware, seller be damned
We're about to find out who i really am
Oh, how the world moves without you
Your attitude leaves much to be desired
Let 'em fall; get a sense of the weak
Let 'em fall—get a sense of it
Let it fall on the weak
Lured me in like a good friend
You told me that I was your best friend
You left me to stand in a nightmare
You had me invest in a dead end
Buyer beware, seller be damned
We're about to find out who I really am.
Buyer beware, buyer beware
When nobody loses, nobody cares.
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The Bliss and Oblivion
04:54
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I'm not capitol
I'm not property
A simple profiteering model,
Off a simple human being
Whenever I'm out,
I'm always worried.
Whenever I'm out,
I can't feel anything
We're not just criminal
This is modern poverty
Just take our hands and we'll protect you
Just give up your privacy
Whenever I'm out, I'm always worried
Whenever I'm out, I can't feel anything
Wherever I'm out, your eyes are burning me
Whenever I'm out, I can't wait to get home again
I can't wait to get home again
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You (Fire)
04:04
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From links to lists—appropriation
Millennial tomes for education—(you're never wrong)
But I love your love your love you're love.
I still love the way you love you're love
Because you're never wrong
Because you're never wrong, never wrong
Because you're never wrong
Tell me again how you're never wrong
So thanks for all the judgement
Thanks for all the shade
Thanks for all the blanket
...statements that you made.
But I love your love your love you're love
I still love you're love your love.
You
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There's a light behind your eyes
Hasn't shined in quite some time
In the belly there's a beast
Where there used to live a fire.
Now my bones are broke 'n' tired
I used to live with fire
I used to be on fire
...'Til somebody put me out
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I'm never alone
I can't even sleep
I can't seem to shake
This burden to the left of me
'Cause not even the samr things
Could keep us together
It's all the little anxieties,
that keep me alive
(...I wish I could die)
I wish I could die,
Just to see what would happen
I wish I could die,
just to get a reaction
I'm lucky to have a body,
Unlucky to have a brain.
Unlucky to have a body,
I'm lucky to have a brain
'Cause not even the same things, could keep us together
We're not even the same beings,...anymore.
It's all the little anxieties that eat me alive
When not even the same memories, could keep us together.
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Go to the light
Focus the light
Externalize
External eyes
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Wasting time
In this modern life
What's yours isn't mine
In the new human rites
But at least you were right
And that's all that really matters anymore
Anything inside of empathy is too much for you to handle
Wasting time
In this modern life
History told the future,
"...Doesn't look very bright."
But hey, at least you were right
But that doesn't really matter anymore
Anything inside of empathy
Is too much for you to handle
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A lifetime of sadness
A lifetime of shame
For the "brilliant and the brave"
'Cause they're vapid and they're vain
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