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God Particle
03:17
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We trust that time is linear
That it proceeds eternally
Uniformly into infinity
But the distinction between past, present and future
Is nothing but an illusion
Time is not consecutive
Everything is connected
In a never ending circle
But we know we'll never
Make it out alive
So we syphon the resources dry
Without a single thought about the future
Only to line the pockets of abusers
While we butcher and contaminate
Everything the earth creates
We are the people we claim to hate
But the distinction between past, present and future
Is nothing but an illusion
Time is not consecutive
Everything is connected
In a never ending circle
We are all connected
But make no mistake
For we are the ones to blame
This cannot sustain
So ignite the flames
Humanity be scorned
Then watch the world be reborn
In death brings life
Even a dying tree
Drops its seeds to survive
From sprout to evergreen
In the end is it all for nothing?
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Latchkey Kids
05:11
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Pharmacies
The treatment of society
To portray a fantasy
Of our fentanyl families
Amphetamines, prescribed so carelessly
Doctor says anxiety
In lieu of proper parenting
I see the flaws in everyone else
Yet I refuse to see the ones inside myself
The view will never be clearer
Then when you choose to lie to the mirror
Is it simply shattered glass
A reflection of a fractured helpless path
Scattered puzzles with missing pieces
Suffering silently expecting you to see us
We are the children of broken homes
Draped in cigarette stained sheets feeling all alone
Lost in our phones
Illuminated by lives we wish we would've known
Always asking questions
Wondering what its like to not keep second guessing
Everything from our mind to our size
To what we can or cant afford to eat for dinner every single night
Pharmacies
The treatment of society
To portray a fantasy
Of our fentanyl families
It's difficult to see the silver spooned
While selfishly wishing that it was you
They don't have to work their life away
A head start in a game that we can't even play
A bank account without a broken neck
Not knowing what it's like to live check to check
But I guess that we should all feel blessed
For envy is the enemy of happiness
We are the children of broken homes
Draped in cigarette stained sheets feeling all alone
Lost in our phones
Illuminated by lives we wish we would've known
Always asking questions
Wondering what its like to not keep second guessing
Everything from our mind to our size
To what we can or cant afford to eat for dinner every single night
We are the children of broken homes
We are the children of broken homes
We are the children of broken homes
Together we are not alone
Yet parents wonder why their kids are dead
Shooting heroin or themselves in their fucking head
Abandonment when we needed you most
Latchkey kids terminally diagnosed
You wrote the scripts with your actions
Don't allow overdose to become a distraction (repeats)
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