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Cognitive Dissonance Video (MV)




Performed By: ZXA
Length: 3:14
Written by: Zachary Zagula




ZXA - Cognitive Dissonance Lyrics
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Prescribing melodic medicine, I know that's what you need
Three minutes of mental silence sometimes musics' as good as weed
Write a stream of consciousness, maybe turn it to a song
I know what I write could never right my wrongs
Engrave my thoughts into vinyl - hoping others sing along
Wondering if my fingers can keep up with these rhymes?
If you're hearing this listen between the lines?
When I die I'll turn eventually into today
Turn tomorrow to a grave
Keep your sorrows let em rage
Cause todays just filled with tomorrows and yesterdays
So take that bullshit elsewhere
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face
My minds my favorite catalog - contemplation knows no home
So when I'm with my thoughts, just know I'm not alone
Just take a look in the mirror to discover the unknown
Just writing this to record my mental state
It's innate to create but I don't know if it's too late, for me
You see
Don't wanna keep on rambling, so I'll try n' be concise
Don't confuse this with a Ted Talk, I'm not offering advice
Nowadays we don't spend enough time lookin' in
Can you say you're alive if you're not soaking this shit in?
When I die I'll turn eventually to today
Turn tomorrow to a grave
Keep your sorrows let em rage
Cause todays just filled with tomorrows and yesterdays
Get the f*ck up out my face
Get the f*ck up out my face
Gotta choose what we care about a bit more cautiously
Sauntering through this life all hypnotically
'Cause I can't feel nothing inside of me
Might need lobotomy cause this
Constant hypocrisy is eat at my conscious. Ya see
Not a prophet just a poet but the weed i'm smokin's potent
Third eyes wide open - yeah we overdosin'
Not a prophet just a poet but the weed i'm smokin's potent
Third eyes wide open - yeah we overdosin'
When I die I'll turn eventually to today
Turn tomorrow to a grave
Keep your sorrows let em rage
Cause todays just filled with tomorrows and yesterdays
So take your bullshit elsewhere
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face
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Prescribing melodic medicine, I know that's what you need
Three minutes of mental silence sometimes musics' as good as weed
Write a stream of consciousness, maybe turn it to a song
I know what I write could never right my wrongs
Engrave my thoughts into vinyl - hoping others sing along
Wondering if my fingers can keep up with these rhymes?
If you're hearing this listen between the lines?
When I die I'll turn eventually into today
Turn tomorrow to a grave
Keep your sorrows let em rage
Cause todays just filled with tomorrows and yesterdays
So take that bullshit elsewhere
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face
My minds my favorite catalog - contemplation knows no home
So when I'm with my thoughts, just know I'm not alone
Just take a look in the mirror to discover the unknown
Just writing this to record my mental state
It's innate to create but I don't know if it's too late, for me
You see
Don't wanna keep on rambling, so I'll try n' be concise
Don't confuse this with a Ted Talk, I'm not offering advice
Nowadays we don't spend enough time lookin' in
Can you say you're alive if you're not soaking this shit in?
When I die I'll turn eventually to today
Turn tomorrow to a grave
Keep your sorrows let em rage
Cause todays just filled with tomorrows and yesterdays
Get the f*ck up out my face
Get the f*ck up out my face
Gotta choose what we care about a bit more cautiously
Sauntering through this life all hypnotically
'Cause I can't feel nothing inside of me
Might need lobotomy cause this
Constant hypocrisy is eat at my conscious. Ya see
Not a prophet just a poet but the weed i'm smokin's potent
Third eyes wide open - yeah we overdosin'
Not a prophet just a poet but the weed i'm smokin's potent
Third eyes wide open - yeah we overdosin'
When I die I'll turn eventually to today
Turn tomorrow to a grave
Keep your sorrows let em rage
Cause todays just filled with tomorrows and yesterdays
So take your bullshit elsewhere
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face
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Writer: Zachary Zagula
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