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Texty: Mr. E Trio. Jingle Jingle Jingle. Maxim.


I don't believe in things being meant to be
i've evaded pursuaders who don't understand what it meant to me
It's interesting in our time's of weakness they make god become a remedy
investing themselves In a place where Where a lack of hope is endemically
related, other people are systemically associated
with those who are questionably motivated
All of a sudden inflated ideas are stated
When your so jaded
All logical thoughts are abated
I hate it how
Manipulated doctrine
locks in causing
penalties to seem perpetuated
then its dictated
that your whole life will be recreated
If you'll just agree to the terms.
That just confirmed
They only yearned
to burn you in a their quest
for selfish stature
that turned you into profit they earned
while carefully they move past you.

IT's unclear
whether it's pure or done out of fear
I can't steer
my mind to justify it here
Let's rewind the times to another year
of hope where our opinions are shared
not flared up
embellished to make
me scared

Here's the news
its fictitious dudes
with malicious view
pick and choose
i'd spend my time
with the hippest crews
Broke and used
Work hard not to be confused
But the true path moves so fast
You can't ignore that
the last wish is
oportunities passing more than
a prize flying by on the wheel of fortune
whose ideas
turned these people into animals
manifesting until it's hardly even tangible
I stand here
No sanctimonious hits
It only is fit
that thoughts stick
only when you permit
admit these facts are
purely hypocrisy
stop and see
the ease
they grow up to be

here's a question
I neglected to mention
Why does all this fly by
without intervention
a suspension
or complete pervention
my intention's
to ask where's your sense's been
My IQ's ignoring
forcefull
devine truth
flying through
shutting down ways
to define you
Cuz I too have been through
unwarranted obsession
Match the piece it causes
some aggression
Pushed into confesion
I guess the lesson
is it's not fun
owning up to an impression
THe effects of force
are so much worse
the false security
you think they support

It's unclear
whether it's pure or done out of fear
I can't steer my mind to
justify it here


(Thanks to Ian Weiss for these lyrics)
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