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- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4iNN-euW18&list=FLvPCoXV9q1wpFqQorC-9-pQ&index=2&t=0s
- black rose petals falling
- rise up out the dirt and go and meet your calling
- expose the hacks and your proprietary fallen
- hauling your carcass from your grave like a potato sack theyre all in
- sunken into a manufactured abyss, biased by man's mind, fractured into tiny bits no need to be kind
- youre your lord, your god find your king's own accord made with Fate as you sing your tale striking your own chord
- your note your song inspiring the world, in spite of the unfurled horde of fabrics of time and spacing
- out into a thought of rhyme larger than its own head, fed up with the dead that accrued a debt larger
- than your own bedframe, more fame comes with skeletons and morfine down
- you go into a rabbit hole, rabi save my soul or even a bit
- of the empathy thats left what role, im looking for my path you see, you feel
- you kneel before yourself, you delve deep down into selfishness
- of your own kind of your own mind of your own jekyll and hyde the mess
- feeling yourself like a fish swimming in emptyness as you panic and splash to no effect
- F that youre fucked youre sucked down into death
- you failed your mission, to try again press x
- sex, money rock and roll you had it all but now you fall
- into a bottomless pit with a ton of bots youre autonomous
- call out your name but you dont have a voice youre lame
- another point in a diagram, die again then snort a gram
- youre all good fam, no family here as ill as you may be
- youre left abandoned alone, all your own all bereft
- of your soul, of your name of your very own identity
- i then asked you it, the question of why
- and all you could say was
- i didnt want to die
- but my boy you were never alive
- but you can still strive to gain that life
- strife and sins something silly to think about
- powerful poison and pussy petty cash to doubt
- it lingers regardless, regard upon it with less thing and more idea
- i fear your on your own now though if im not to reap your soul
- seems it may not have been wasted after all
- a bad seed grows big in a radiant sky
- you feed only truth now not a lie
- youre you your your own servant and king
- now rise up from the ground and the ashes and
- sing baby sing to the masses
- sing
- to the masses
- sing
- baby sing
- rise and sing
- to the masses
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