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7x3=21 - lifeline (mentally well enough) lyrics
my personality? man, i got a wide array
do you really wanna see it on full display?
my dues are paid, but struggle still rules the day
it’s like a pool game, still trying to work my aim
the worth of pain ain’t measured by the hurt it brings
and certain things ain’t really worth the gain
my purpose? change the ways that don’t serve me well
fight tooth and nail, if not, i deserve to fail
that’s harsh words, but i don’t sugarcoat these tales
i keep them pure in their form like the mourning wails
of a child first learning that the heart is frail
ain’t hard to tell, love can be hard to sell
much less give, and it feels so odd to fail
can probably tell, i’m a newly еvolving sh_ll
trying to focus my direction like a monorail…
if this is it, lеt me get one final kiss
upon my lips, that’s not my fondest wish
it’s just a thought in the moment, that’s what honest is
a modernist, still known to honor his
history, goes deep like archaeologist
acknowledgments are not why i conjure this
i can’t resist, i can’t let monsters win
they’re monstrous, yeah, that’s probably obvious
survival rate, depending on the odds we get
and odd is this, no signs of being mod_er_rate
and, i’ll admit, that’s old news like vinyl skips
so don’t play, here you won’t find no kids
a finalist, finally, but remind me this
is the prize worth more than what the problems is?
it hardly is, i need to see a pharmacist
and, we can skip the prescription, i know just the fix
the question is, what’s the cure for nothingness?
the l_st of men, corrupts and erupts within
worsening conditions it’s a must we win
it’s us or them, i’m trying to adjust to this…
justices who don’t seem to know what justice is
so many layers, can god even answer our prayers?
or is he just too busy with his own affairs?
the bonus years, is what it appears this is
appearances are not quite what mirrors is
in seriousness, i’m just trying to bury the myth
we’re guaranteed something better if we follow the scripts
tomorrows a gift, or one step towards the abyss
between me and reality, i’m sensing a rift
the tension is thick, the sands of time pass quick
i full stuck…but false hope is the only rope i get
hook: you’ll sink very deeply…
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