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miles better - green monday lyrics

a voice is a weapon
but in the end, the shooters always turn it on themselves
h+ll, i’ll get more traction if i hashtag this sh+t with mental health, oh well
well, the irony’s not lost on me
yeah, but the brain might soon be
staring contest with the art text
awaiting mystical sufis to come soothe me
drag the green from the synapses ’til they atrophy
i’m not even angry
i’m just a manmade man [?] no articulate language for the emotional stalemate taking place in my brain’s main stage
nеver learned thе code so you can’t hack the mainframe like whoa whoa whoa

nah, nah, f+ck that

like [?] without the band
a million [?] in a grain of sand
might as well face the facts
looking from the front of the stage, all i see is backs
useless chatter and constructive narratives about a world in paralysis
[?] raps
if it wasn’t so sure it’d be the last thing i ever did
scu+scu+scutter in the context
the world’s f+cking turning into nonsense
probably not long ’til i’ve not got friends
[?] twenty+seven [?] entrance
culture’s degraded and pr+cks get their kicks for being vicious, too late
too late to save our world
where people only find joy in division
self turning inward [?]
[?] sunlight [?] swelter
[?] sn+tch from my ankles
a product [?] stop this anger
held down his hands, he stares blindly
[?] runs down the handle
a payout hastened my sleep
[?] pass me [?]
[?] stop then i [?]…

[?] as i handle a drop
a hundred times worse than the pills and [?]
[?] then he’s getting plugged and setback
[?] if you tell him what’s up

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