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a delusion im trapped in
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oh no im heartsick again, relapse like addiction cause i wondered how you were doing and i wanted to believe we were still friends. now im sunk in my chest not hoping for anything to ever change again, cause for thirteen years ive been feeling like fucking shit, from rejection betrayal and pain and everything i cant fucking explain. and i guess im masochistic because i do it to myself and i guess im a psychotic asshole cause its never gonna stop. some say its hopeless romance some say its hopeless all the way, i say i dont care either way it always fucking ends the same. this time ill just stay single this time ill keep my head this time ill be so full of shit the song will just start again. and i dont know any other way than to try and then fail miserably, and then try again someday. and i dont know why ill never fucking win, probably because its an illusion of a delusion im trapped in. a delusion that im trapped in. oh no im heart sick again, relapse like addiction...
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getting over feeling numb is probably not caring about moving on, but maybe not moving on is not a problem just the basis of another shitty song, cause ive got hopeless dreams that dont mean anything except that ive learned patience in being bored. and im still a nihilist and a human and an errorist and anxiety borders on terrorism and nothings wrong, nothings wrong. and i dont know if i care or if i just dont give a shit cause im a manic depressive who knows nothing will ever give. so i dont really care how it ends. smoke and mirrors, and spirals of this worlds illusions. smoke and mirrors spirals the worlds illusions, smoke and mirrors spirals and the worlds illusions. and wasting life away is not more of a question than a party past time that became insanity in folks long waging war, dissecting every essence of nearly every philosophy, misguided against politics and religion this video game institutions while reality is virtual tv in a dimension you cant believe. and i dont know if i dont care or if i just dont give a shit
smoke and mirrors and spirals and illusions
its a virtual law of dissecting our freedom...guess thats dionysian.
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i break my heart so fast that when i wake up from a dream about a girl ive never met whose just a figment of my imagination, and even in my dreams shes gone after a day. so i guess real or fake its all the same that old lesson i refuse to learn about inevitability. cause even tho the whole relationship occurred while i was asleep when your in love with the notion of an idea you always fail to see what there is to be, and theres no hope for me. it looks like im just hopeless, and im not a hopeless romantic just a guy without purpose. and i dont want to latch on to anything, where have you gone mystery girl...who only lives in my dreams. in my dreams
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ive got no apologies for refusing to put on the costume of a capitalist. just to slave away to pay the rent. ive got no apologies left. for the underground for throwing in the towel and taking off the face of an anarchist. im to old to try that hard, and still young enough not to care where i fit in between idealism and existential despair. its like im seeing through my own religion, the cognitive dissonance of rebellion. and im taking up my cross to be crucified of most the delusion. im to old to try that hard and still young enough not to care where i fit in between idealism and existential despair. ive got no apologies for refusing to put on the costume of an anarchist, just to wave red and black flags in the face of the police and the fascist and not do anything but stand and yell at them. they know who we are they know where we live the shits all mapped out on google and no one gives a shit, think of the world as a facade just like las vegas is. im to old to try that hard and still young enough not to care where i fit in between idealism and existential despair. its like im seeing through my own religion the cognitive dissonance of rebellion is here taking up my cross to be crucified of most my delusions, it isnt fair
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im not the answer but i support the resistance, sinking away to a true squatters existence. vagabonds and nomads, junkies hippies punks and bums never conforming to the police state in a battle well never win. truth is were winning so long as we never give in.......in a battle that we'll never win the truth is were winning so long as we never give in
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my last stand
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its in the blink of an eye, every fucking time. i start obsessing over things that bring me down until it destroys my life. im trying harder now than i think ive ever tried before not to let the distractions of my mind leave me so blind and unaware that it all comes crashing down. loneliness is better than the apathy, im sucking it up before it becomes another catastrophe. and im still not sure if this path will lead me down the right road but at least its not the same path as the only one that so far ive known. cause arrogance only ever got the best of me and im trying to change what i can. and im trying to change but it might be to late for me but i dont give a shit cause its my fate, the lessons are all that i have. no im never giving up motherfuckers this is my last stand. im trying to change what i can but it might be to late for me but i dont give a fucking a damn wont accept my fate cause the lessons are all i have. no im never giving up this is my last stand you motherfuckers can all go fuck some sand. im trying to change what i can, and it might be to late for me but i dont give a damn cause if its my fate i wont accept it cause the lessons are all i have, no im never giving up this is my last stand, my last stand. you motherfuckers, your all motherfuckers, were all motherfuckers
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wortha profit not a name
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all the while
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sorry dear
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enough to hope
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