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⠀⠀I recall thinking some day someone's gonna say it's all from the same cause & effect
⠀⠀⠀⠀The hardest lessons that we learn, are the ones where knowledge must be earnt⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Self-worth is not found in someone else, chase what you want, never give up
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I just couldn't fathom blaming a whole new page on a made-up chain reaction.
𒌐 years been one long blindside, pinpoint 7 more turns that occurred, he never really healed from the first, oh what a world... any hack is a myth, any đapp is a joke, any map is a trick.

When you wake up 𒌐 years non-responsive, it's a lot to process.
Gone from a happier jack-in-the-box, to a package of clogged up chakras.
Not the "ever after" he wanted from the "once upon a time" . . .
Once upon a time he was so much more than a punchline for his own potshots.
Each claim individual peaks and pockets, pains and a slew of unique nuances...
Look at the servants, in the quarters they low-lay, the next class up shouts orders they obey.
With every task fulfilled there's a mass they build to escape their own reality and crash the
guilds of the civil compassion that binds them all together, the servants, the peasants, the farmers, they're all the members of the last line of defense... but that eludes their grasp...
Turrets flourish in this empire of booze and cash.

The turning point to a close-minded race, open your mind, we all bleed the same.
Though now I see, I was broken to be made a better me, as sometimes we’re too blind to see!
Learn to let it go and let it be, learn to let it go and let it be...

Dare to be different, to break the mould, live your life with intention, go forth and be bold.
But let's step back for a moment, let's just pause, just for a minute...
And think through the implications of our actions today.
So that this does not spiral out of control.

As we act, let us not become, the people that we deplore.
Now decide which liar you trust and which one chose our fate.

Do you get it?! Suffocating, can't breathe, but you've got a fucking mouth to feed.
Never made the effort to change or go out of our way.
This isn't where we're meant to be, we spiral endlessly...

We are all complacent, watching our world come apart at our hands.
Now it's slowly fading, falling away...

So give it up, if we don't give it all, then we've gotta give it all up.
If you're gonna take your aim, then you better take your best shot.

I feel so incoherent with those who surround me.
Like I'm the slightest millisecond out of phase with the world and the way it moves these days...

Now it seems the division between us is far too great to bridge.
Bare witness to the changing of tides, it's time to begin the exchange.
I've faded from the picture but I'm still trapped in the frame.
Now I can see that I'm lost in the in-between.

Thrown to the wolves in the mind of your enemies, I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness.
I'm nothing more than a line in your book, just a point to you.

The serpent knows when the curtain falls, in denial's blindfold it greets another day.
Don't believe the mask, it adapts to any lie, the perfect ten when reality caves in.

We light the fire to watch it burn, but when it comes your turn, all that's left is embers.
You ran this race with no real heart, you're right back at the start.
You'd already lost it, it's ok, don't apologise...

We're looking at this thing bass-ackwards, this is a twentieth-century time machine.
I'm the Captain, you're the Navigator.

If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity, we're taking on water and about to fucking sink.
No one seems to notice, no one seems to blink, the crew left the passengers to die under the sea.

Life for you has been less than kind, so take a number, stand in line.
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt, but how we survive, is what makes us who we are...
An obvious disinterest, a barely managed smile, a deep nod in agreement, a status quo exile.

Hold fast, repair the sails, ready the mast! This is your Captain, we're going down!!!
How do we cross this expanse when we are miles from safe ground?
Take a seat and watch our world come crashing down...
It's becoming apparent that I'm well out my depth.

Is this really it? Is this the end of days?
I fear the worst is yet to come, oh how I wish for the bliss of ignorance.
Is my imagination running away from me? 'Cause I refuse to accept this.
It's too late to run from the fallout...

For too long I've been cast out, backed up against the wall.
Ready to embrace this defeat at the hands of the common man.
Who dictates exactly what I am condemned to be?
Another voice in the crowd? A sheep in the herd or an heir to the crown?
I've had enough, had enough of playing by your rules.
We'll set things straight... Welcome the fallout...

There's no shelter, no place you can hide, we will never be torn down by oppression.
You can't stop the waves of progression, I hope you find some resolution in this.

We are the new blood coursing through your veins.
We are the children of the fire that refused to be tamed.
So you will fall in line or fall by the wayside, 'cause we will never change.
So you may say you've seen this all before but we have raised an empire that is ready for war.

When we move forward, a new dawn arrives, but we choose to ignore food for the mind
Who's mortified that we ought to buy a piece of land in order to form a life?
A little plot of land where authority isn't recognised?
Nevermind, a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying, arriving.
The "windblown" way, wanna win? Don't play.

Causality is accepting the formalities caught battling impetuous mortality.
Traumatically misled into storing clarity Who authorised this competitive normality?

And so the apathy spread like cancer, dripping through the beams in the towers.
Staining the souls of the pacifists, still complacent in the final hour

Distracted youth, a nation of bullടhit status, raked through the teeth of the corporate apparatus.
So we both can speak in tongues until the universe is done.
Just please don't let them have their way, you're beautiful and so blasé

Stop taking steps in the wrong direction...
You're lost in belief and your life's affected, you're restless.
When you wake up in the morning you're lost without a cause and you follow the rest, I can feel it...
You are oblivious, become aware, don’t assume until you truly understand. Entrust in stars & blame the ƒucking government, you are now more corrupt than the ones you have conformed against.

It's just one more religion we're adding into our history...
You are diseased, but we possess the ƒucking immunity!
Written, signed off in the obituary, what happened to us?
Watered down, senses lost... lazy, privileged, denial and self-gratified.

You will notice that their time is up, that their reign has passed.
When the last grain of sand drops in the hour glass, it'll be because of us.
The ones with the logic, the humans who can distinguish a lie from a promise.
The ones with the "common knowledge"...

We miss our potential for action and substance, content to lie in our boring vomit.
Contented to strive for new worthless slogans, corrupted, contrived and disgusting.
Dig a hole it's all over, forget the words and good intentions.
Why are we surrounded by pretentious ignorance?
Holding close your vanity, is it your priority? Well you're no better than your enemy.
This world is in a sorry state when a snake can disguise itself as your friend.

How were you to know this friend would kill you?
We see... we see through all you are, come stand above.
You think you are more than you are...
But I know you're worth nothing more than the person standing next to you.

Everyone thinks they're more than they are.
As soon as I turn my back you'll be the one to sell me out.
How can I stand here knowing that you are my enemy?

It don't matter, I am very pleased if I can say things that I believe to be true.
It's a form of ancestor worship in some sense, I mean that in a deep sense.
There's nothing more rewarding than getting your speech right.
That is education as far as I'm concerned.

Another face in the crowd, an esoteric messenger, a Đecentralised G, an emigre of "free".
This is your call, digital leaders for One, for All.
As there are only two positions, the wicked and the victim.
But that's what you get for buying into such a crooked system...

We look around this place and see so many things I wish we could erase...
Sometimes I wonder must this all stay the same? There must be a consensus amongst us by now𒌐
I'm hoping that you feel the same, cause i'm looking at this world revolutionarily.

And for those who feel the same...
Just take a look at our history, and know that our history will repeat.
Unless we make a change, take a hold our reins before we fade away and everything we know becomes the same. The only faith I hold, is that a new consciousness will be born...
And we will be held accountable for all we've done...

We'll look back and wonder how we ever let it be this way.
However, unless we begin at the start, then we can do nothing... we can start to push all else aside.

But how are we to keep the wolves at bay?
Unless we know that everybody here, has a heart that's not empty.

Everybody here deserves to have their say, once we reach that place, we will know...
The dawn of a new sun will bring us all a brighter day.
But your actions speak volumes on the person you've become.
And the company you keep reflects the lessons you've betrayed.

At the end of the day, tell a friend and let them know...
That our cause, is a struggle worth engaging in.

When we're surrounded by their apathy...
You'll find a strength you've never known to survive their warped reality.
Finding positivity within yourself, is more than finding solace in their easy words...

There's still a primal fear that resides in us...
Without distinguishing that it's the very thing that's dividing us.
But that just scratches the surface of what we face.
While we're abused, our intentions are misconstrued...
When in fact we're in the middle of a sickening story, simply lead to play the fool.

There is defeat in sight with every word that I write, creating nothing but a miserable cycle...
So what's left to say? My friends maintain that everything is fine...
Sceptical of all that surrounds us, misdirected by the walking blind.
Could you not consider, they couldn't even matter in this world?
I don't understand it... I am tired, alone again...
Needless to say, it is difficult to hold a moulded choice of the character you are...
In a place that attempts a forceful persuasion of us all.
You see a wise man once told me you'd care a lot less of what people think of you...
When you realise, how seldom, they do...

What I have to say is going to make you feel alone.
But once you understand it'll make you feel at home.

Brothers, we are all the same, it's what we need to see through this haze.
One mind is not enough, our mindful minds are all we need.
Unfortunately, no one ever says what they really want...
All we ever do is guess if they show us anything past the surface.

Let me explain, you see, in your own life you are the main character, for everything you do matters.
And all those other people you see, well, they're just other actors.
So the guy you passed at 4 p.m. who was running for his train.
Well, to you, he's just an extra, and to him, you're just the same...
You see, when you die, the man you passed on the street...
Well, he won't care, I mean you didn't even meet.
But if you knew that guy, called him your friend, your family.
Well, now you're a two and now you can live forever.
'Cause when you fade away you'll be filled with regret...
And you'll carry your spirit til the day you re-met.
I guess what I'm trying to say is we only exist, when we exist together.

Plagued, we don't get any rest, we are forced to play the game and never question it...
Follow progress but nothing ever works, maybe we can never change but all we do is hurt.
Can we put a price on what we've left? Can we ever change the ignorant?

I didn't come here to just be a slave, there's too much at stake now to let yourself be distracted...
I never said I could walk on water, stuck in my head, I wish the path made sense...
I never said I could make you better, what did you expect from me?

Tell me when did an icon become more than someone I adore?
Idolatry is wasted reverence, idolatry is the yellow on your teeth.
Gasp for the truth you once lived, you can't bury conviction with anything.
Our message will grow, no matter the mistakes made with construction.
Disdain you can't defend, no honour here...
Beyond this world is worth dying for

When you write, you should do your best, you know...
Not just like some kind of deep, self-centered monologue that is boring to everybody.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I always try and put a little crack in it

I always try to put lyrics that mean nothing and like jumble it all up.