Sorta Suicidal


Sorta suicidal, no, I really wanna die

I cannot live in a world where everyone is right

And not a person ever had a thing that they could learn

it's pointless to learn anything when no one can discern

Truth from propaganda it's the nature of the times

We're forced to fucking live in where knowing anything's a crime.

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