| «Veiled in static
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| Heights of happiness — temporary
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| The watching eyes — momentary
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| The privileged tongue and all it’s speech
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| Pretentious piece of shit
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| The funniest part is that you think you are so untouchable
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| Money doesn’t buy bodies for life when it’s all ask, no give
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| Blind eyes will see straight somehow, someday
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| And I hope you ask what they see
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| Bring a second opposite your world
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| Fingertips numb from war
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| ‘'Algorithms''
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| Heights of happiness — temporary
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| The watching eyes — momntary
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| The privileged tongu and all it’s speech
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| Leading yourself astray
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| I can see your steps imprinted on a silk road
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| Troubled by a loud mouth, sinking deeper to the ground
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| Numbers down
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| What a disaster to potential
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| The anchor of your voice, dragging you down
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| Down x 3
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| Where does it end?
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| Existing day to day like you’re God’s gift
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| Like a narcissistic bitch
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| Money doesn’t buy bodies for life
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| All ask, no give
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| Blind eyes will see straight somehow, someday
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| And I hope you ask what they see
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| Bring a second opposite your world
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| Veiled in static |
| Heights of happiness — temporary
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| The watching eyes — momentary
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| The privileged tongue and all it’s speech
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| Bring a second opposite your world
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| Fingertips are numb from war
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| ‘'Algorithms''
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| Heights of happiness — temporary
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| The watching eyes — momentary
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| The privileged tongue without its speech» |