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l y r i c s

After it has all been laid out for you, a blind path.

Assumed that it s new world.

Your parents live through you.

Rich kids step on my hands and face.

I am not jealous

They keep them selves in this big safe bubble.

With their snotty nose up in the air.

Where are they when it is all over?

Lost

I know some of the cold reality.

In its lonely way

Yeah humanity is ready for the break in our minds.

Grow out of the mental block.

Well what about the ones who do not give a shit about your art?