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died ant - panacea lyrics

(whispers in the morn’, whispers in the night)
(whispers in the dawn, whispers during light)
(whispers from before the fog)
(whispers come from the bog)

in a land of battles by proxy
in the world, free from moxie
shoot a bullet with your screen
it’s easier than it would seem

to stay sane, drink the cure_all
“my wonder drug will heal the pain!”
just ignore that it tastes like glycol
and know how much you stand to gain

(sippy, sippy, sippy cup)
(sippy, sippy, sippy cup)
(sippy, sippy, sippy cup)
(sippy, sippy, sippy cup)

drown your truth in lies, fear the endless noise, hide inside
feel your heart divide, block the other side, reasons why:
“they don’t care how i feel, so why should i
think they have an ounce of soul for the drive_by
shooting and the last five presidents and
my credit score, fake friends, and my cat, and my land”
to stay sharp, drink the cure_all
“i just discovered a new recipe!”
let’s throw you a little curveball
in an hour, check your jeans

(ha ha ha ha ha ha)

gather ‘round the fire, gather ‘round the fire, gather round
witches burning brighter, witches burning brighter, witches burn
the selfish never tire, selfish never tire, never tire
we all watch the fire, burning brighter, and perspire

take a sip, take a sip, take a sip from the cup
take a sip, take a sip, we’ll fill it up
take a sip, take a sip, from the chalice
take a sip, it’ll clear your malice

black and white is all you ever see, it’s all you want to be, it’ll
free your mind, it’ll feel so good to be in the bubble of hate
in a circular shape of the maximum area, but i’ll come and pop it
like 2008 up in this joint, just to make a point
(pop socket!)

to feel strong, drink the cure_all
“my brother got healed of his disease!”
so come on, pick up the call
and answer it, answer it
please, please, please
to stay sane, drink the cure_all
“you’ll never, ever be the same!”
just ignore it, tastes like glycol
and know how much you stand to gain

is this your idea
of a panacea?
an endless nightmare on the run
there’s no room for any fun

drink the blue light
treat your eyesight
consume and eat, don’t create
be alone, it’s your fate
it’s your fate

fight the war, fight the war
fight the war on the app
fight the war, fight the war
fight the war, send a snap
fight the war, fight the war
fight the war with your frappe
fight the war, fight the war
call “no cap”

fight the war, fight the war
while you’re cl!cking to flap
fight the war, fight the war
while you feel trapped
fight the war
fight the war from your screen
fight the war, fight the war
‘til you feel seen
(drink the blue light, treat your eyesight)

is this your idea
of a panacea?

(it’s your fate, it’s your fate, it’s your fate…)

- died ant lyrics

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