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See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised And deep within our souls were traumatised Like, I'm standing in CTRL of a loaded Die And I hope we get to see this paradise See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised And once you see the flaws they are so hard to hide An illusion of CTRL we tried to hide. See the life that I was sold It's like this TV's telling me that I need pedigree Purchase it for discount this screen prescribes a remedy Input from memory, numbers are engraved on me Digits to distinguish and divide us split We sit cracked then broke we quit Paid for life decisions but that pay don't fit But wait, there's a hope, so relax, let's pray I've heard there's a place, let's go, be brave I played for the distance sink with that Conscious weaves and I'm back in the flat Stirred from a scene with a rat-tat-tat So I claw to return, but I can't get back Well, they say "In to win" When they soar they fly wing to wing Nobody wants to be falling so they swim That's why I know when I smoke the airs thin And that chronic, like a tonic, what I feel Dulling what I feel has such mass appeal So I'll lie in these fields, come alive in these fields I might die in these fields Signal dropped out for a while, when it came back it... no smile Turned upside down by the way that I know that I am no child Grown up so long now that I wonder how and I wonder why I didn't give up didn't even try Cause I took real life like a set design And I hear them thunderclaps, at the end of a baseball bat And I tried to deflect or react but when those debt collectors collect They come for your soul So listen because you bought in to the system No cash out, no! No resistance see it magnifies off the prism And I know when it feels like tax Because I know how it feels to be trapped When you feel like you're lost and you can't get back Because I've been weighed down; so low, so long Doesn't really matter if you're grown no no That's why I feel so cold-shouldered So we aim to breathe out by the sea But in truth, we need smoke to breathe Never want to be the devil, levels are enabled, bets are of the table Truth is in the fable, bigger baddies can be bodied end of level All we really need to do is let it go Try to show this but never tried to hold, now I chose to evolve Down the river, by the road, with no rudder no control See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised And deep within our souls were traumatised Like, I'm standing in CTRL of a loaded Die And I hope we get to see this paradise See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised And once you see the flaws they are so hard to hide An illusion of CTRL we tried to hide. See the life that I was sold The stake, the balance. The snakes, the ladders The stick the carrot. The kind, the callous Divide the adders. The scrapes, the scratches The cuts, the bruises. The cash, the credit The paper plastic. The fake, the classic The lake, the rapids. The vacant, vapid The patient, placid. This beauty, beast This trick or treat. Is this real life or repeats