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Hard to fight prehistoric sneak that flows into a modern self through a drip system slowly I accept this temporary modification Breaking down I become liquid induction susceptible what will I have done direct me command me lead me control comes with an overshadowing of dominance I am so weak lead me close I will push the grey.

Always trying to be the good one the proper son the righteous innocent but nothing is ever good enough an expectation superseded after perfection growing more and more numb to the lines that I have never drawn this sophistication sought after is just a front endlessly trying to be the socialist role model before we even had our say not liking the ways we set for ourselves not enjoying the obsolete traditions forced on us we are finding a way around passing away customs searching for less pressure and loving this cloud we sit on loving becoming primal getting back to where we are from.

Falsities of the people are caused by old dead entities what is the point when I will always fail can't make it as human I'll be a monster crushed from every side pushing the grey (X2)

Always liked a little wrong but wanted to be right always told where to be and how to feel to the situations presented I have never really had a choice whose thought process do you follow anyway? Gradually deprogramming I took my time and made my own decisions my own fate focused on the half and the almost I was always standing by but was never really there taking it down we tweak it more and more until till the line blurs itself and judgment is disgraced as a sin we found our place content in the push we keep shoving keep moving keep stretching it as far as it will go seeing how fun it is to play bound together by the maze in the mind the primitive control device is activated and together we suffice together we will push the grey.

The falsities of the people are caused by old dead entities what is the point when I will always fail can't make it as human I'll be a monster crushed from every side pushing the grey.

All chances taken there is a chance we can take a few more
Keep pushing back the line
Situation overload you are dying slowly
Get the release start pushing the grey

Watching leaders bend and curve the checks we have put in place the rules are constantly broken of course we got confused
Logical judgment that we use to look at as a scandal they try to shove us back to our place we will not go
The science of a culture is composed by a rumor of an ancestor cause personal traits disliked
Doing what is natural in the nature of the order we will not fall apart inside this questioning

The falsities of the people are caused by old dead entities what is the point when I will always fail can't make it as human I'll be a monster crushed from every side pushing the grey

I will always fail in this system
I will always fail so I push the grey

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