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[ Part I : Fuckatrend ]
the problem is that they trust me;
worse—when they tell me they love,
must be || the smoke
makes him bark like huskies, but -

he won't ever bite.
cover my tracks 'cause i'm clever right?
am i ever right?

(well)

my thoughts are, but actions speak over
chilling with the people who don't like me when i'm sober
used to be a baby, now it's weight on his shoulders
set fire to the trust, now the carpet's getting rolled up

whoa - hold up.
where's the past person?
sunrise tells you that it ain't worth it -

SO YOU SHUT BLINDERS
TURN THE BLIND EYE
THE LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE
WHERE THE FUCK'S MY SON?

just hoping for shit to fall in line
nah it's clear that you can't draw the line
why's she always on your mind?
oh, because you love her, huh?

BULLSHIT.
going the same route that fool did
same route the fools on
your smile was a pull-on
you pulled off the pull-on
now life ain't gon' pull out
bought all your lies
till they found that you sold out

and they probably gonna ask about the length
this ain't a mask, it's a dent
and when they ask what you meant
tell 'em that you're past all the trends.

FUCK A TREND.

[ Part II : False Interpretations }
False interpretations
Perfect imagination
We could just dive in
and never get back to the surface

Instead of bearing the hardships
We declaring forfeit
Reaching to the far-fetched
Staring at the starships

Everything's fly
Everything's gold
Everyone's high
Everyone buys
Everyone's sold

tell me one time
that you stood by
it was cold and you
told me that it's
good
bye
no

want you stare at me
stars in your pupils

Teachers looking down,
Ain't no stars in their pupils,
At large is the Lupin
But he's far from the stupid
Knows what he can do
Instead he's howling at the moon

howling at the lunar dirt ~
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