I feel like nothing is real
Faces and forced sex appeal
I feel like the world is a lie
Each day is staged then we all die
Break my bones break me too
Living like you want me to do
Plastic dirt painted blue sky
I won't believe, I won't comply.
It's a fever dream I want to scream
Make it seem like not a scheme
It's an illusion that things are fine
Yet you steal the rights that are mine
I'm done with lies I'm done with hate
When was America ever really great?
Ideals engraved in our skulls
Plug your ears and take out our souls
Paper faces and paper hands
Paper cuts make up our plans
The worlds a gimmick and you're a fool
Believe in lies and stay in school.
It's a fever dream I want to scream
Make it seem like not a scheme
It's an illusion that things are fine
Yet you steal the rights that are mine.
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