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a formality
fighting all the emptiness inside
A pre designed Paradigm
all just stuff to fill our time

Crowded markets, empty minds
simple pleasures left behind

pre-designed
Been picking fights with that lobotomized mind
Lock-down commencing soon
Too many graveyards on the moon
I can't forget until my mind dies
Just tell

gon' get to play?
It ain't, uh, worth denyin', yeah
This was, hmm, pre-designed, darlin'
I don't know what else to say
This must be our destiny

I

Pre-designed to be color blind with the ostracized real gangstas
But who’s counting those arms on the clock
when the ship set sail it was wasn’t bound to a dock

How am I supposed to see with a veil over my eyes?
How am I supposed to think when they've diluted my mind?
I'm locked inside a pre-designed mental

entangled in a knot of lies
Yeah, and all the rope is made of dollar signs
Knotted into chains pre designed just to lock your mind
That's why we gotta climb

lane, how I’m solid every line
How you make it to the top, well my path was pre-designed
Fuck what they talking, covid aside
I been the sickest slept

Can’t align with fakes Pre-designed my fate
Don’t use all your health chasing wealth
Don’t waste all your time on yourself
Don’t spend all your days

Intermodal freight down through the Hormuz Strait, Container port in Salalah. 
Maybe just like us, they’re pre-designed to rust, 
These twenty foot

please, I'll leave, I'm terribly pre-designed

that we can find.
Will there be time? Why is everything pre-designed?
Life is too short. Hey girl, we will make it work.

I need to learn how to say I'm

try my best to break it down, slow in songs
Freedom ain't free, yet they set the price of our freedom higher
And everyone's not pre-designed to be some

lines
Cuz how I've always worked best is in my own mind
So I keep moving forward 
Like my life's been pre designed

Carry the weight on your shoulders

Can we see the light
At the end where
Our worlds collide
No one else can
Ever even try
To separate what the gods
Have pre designed  

It’s like we’re

Can we see the light
At the end where
Our worlds collide
No one else can
Ever even try
To separate what the gods
Have pre designed  

It’s like we’re

Tragedy.com

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

when they go blind 
Shut down machines scrambling while media co-signs 
Pre-designed programs that kill technology romance 
Set up for chaos make you

surrender
Cut the glass to see the shards
Come together  a symbol
Pre-designed to fall apart

And the wind from a feather
Put the ripples in reverse
Like

Battling the Misery of Organon

Psycroptic

The Scepter of the Ancients

pre-emtped
mentally designed to serve a cause of horrendous
misdevelopment and told that we are free.
Inside of our mind, there a war it rages