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Ripping into my own soul old times have passed grip into the fold
Of time that is constructed by minds that have told
And we listened even given up our goals no one's driven anymore
What's the point of living if the outcome is to be controlled
Ripping into my own soul old times have passed grip into the fold
Of time that is constructed by minds that have told
And we listened even given up our goals no one's driven anymore
What's the point of living if the outcome is to be controlled
F*ck it all I do not care what's wrong or right to you
This whole place is f*cked and utterly confused
Abused the gift of life undo the seams that are the glue
What's wrong is right and real is dumb and everything that's false is true
F*ck this and your movement I have bowels far more productive
Than the thing you can't improve in yet you scream and then eruption
Uncontrolled raw emotion now you say a bunch of nothing
Controlled by pending doom now you try controlling others
F*ck you f*ck the rest if you can't get the clue then do what's best
Cock it back then aim at your head you know what's next
Paint the walls the color red you owe your soul so pay your debt
Ghost yourself that's one less problem by being dead
Ripping into my own soul old times have passed grip into the fold
Of time that is constructed by minds that have told
And we listened even given up our goals no one's driven anymore
What's the point of living if the outcome is to be controlled
Ripping into my own soul old times have passed grip into the fold
Of time that is constructed by minds that have told
And we listened even given up our goals no one's driven anymore
What's the point of living if the outcome is to be controlled
Now look at what you made me do straight to the dark side I have gone
But I can't help how I ensue and react from dumb you've done
It's weird to me how involved in others you've become
I just feel we're better off without this viral scum
I can't even be outside in public without interruption
By some simple somethings fiending for some drama and the gossip
So if it's not there they damn sure will go cause it
Then point their f*cking fingers with pressed recording buttons
State of manipulation through the nations all around
Low vibration wasting time with so much noise yet no sound
Nonsense being peddled and believed so we're bound
By constructed minds and I'm like shut this whole thing down
Ripping into my own soul old times have passed grip into the fold
Of time that is constructed by minds that have told
And we listened even given up our goals no one's driven anymore
What's the point of living if the outcome is to be controlled
Ripping into my own soul old times have passed grip into the fold
Of time that is constructed by minds that have told
And we listened even given up our goals no one's driven anymore
What's the point of living if the outcome is to be controlled