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𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼
𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝔀𝓮'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵
𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵
𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓴.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓼,
𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰.
𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽,
𝓐 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮.
Venting through time and space and taking different names
What if we've been brainwashed to write this song as well
Because these very chords are looking sus as hell
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴.