I don't know what I am for but I know what I am against
I'm sickened to death by men, I'm bored to death with myself
I'm sick of the narratives, I'm done with apologies
I'm sick of conspiracies, the truth is a dead disease
I can't breathe when I hate this much, I'm gonna burn all my fucking flags
I sound like a dying cause, I won't listen anymore
Even our dreams are intellectual like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma, will they last or take us under?
Even our screams are intravenous, I'm so ashamed of my self-censoring
Why do I feel old and vulnerable? We all know who's responsible
Even our dreams are intellectual like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma, will they last or take us under?
Even our dreams are intellectual like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma, will they last or take us under?
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