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Damn Near Broken

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Just to be clear I hate, how the audience is eating up, the garbage they be feeding 'em 
Music is such a waste, all their lyrics are a laughing stop, I hear it and I can't be stopped
Listen to what they say, its demeaning of all women, and they preach it to the children like
Sex is a game to play, now my generation sees it, as a never changing freedom

Mainstream, wavelengths, I try to be against the grain but the other side of me is dipped in shame, even if I
Break free, safely, listeners'll be consumed, never needed proof, to see the truth but I watch as
They scream, "save me" without even knowing, their thinking is broken
They're media zombies in need of a potion 
So reach for the remedy, toast to their legacy, poisoning music with toxins like chemistry
Everything crumbles eventually, when you start questioning, I'll be there rewiring your memory

Pulsing, radio waves, punching your ear drums, dissolving into your bloodstream
Sucking, individuality from the particles in your brain cells
The, angel, in you fights to dry its wings from infection
 But you can't change hell, when you don't even know, you're burning

Just to be clear I hate, how the audience is eating up, the garbage they be feeding 'em 
Music is such a waste, all their lyrics are a laughing stop, I hear it and I can't be stopped
Listen to what they say, its demeaning of all women, and they preach it to the children like
Sex is a game to play, now my generation sees it, as a never changing freedom

Reality's coming and going, they want to be different but nothing is showing
They suckers for hope, they like who to believe in, they jump in the boat without looking for reason
They shouldn't be breathing
They lacking a brain wave, looking for a passion to maintain
Same fate, wait, 'till a public figure walks into your life and then you do whatever they say

It's puppet control, look at the tunes that be up in your phone
Suffering souls, loving the show, but the only shame is that none of them know
Sucking the hose, like an umbilical chord, I try cutting it but they have healing disorders
Imprisoned and cornered, oblivious torture, the grass is so green but they live on the border

Mind control, puppet strings, hooked to your soul
Free as that angel, but the pilot your wings
The muffled screams of your subconscious longing to breath
It seems, that you, are caught in between

Just to be clear I hate, how the audience is eating up, the garbage they be feeding 'em 
Music is such a waste, all their lyrics are a laughing stop, I hear it and I can't be stopped
Listen to what they say, its demeaning of all women, and they preach it to the children like
Sex is a game to play, now my generation sees it, as a never changing freedom

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