I sing bitter notes and all the chords that hold me together.
They're the same chords that hang me by a noose
Gashed by the superficials salted by the fakes
Let's take a dip into this industry of shit talking
I should be walking away
Let's find the lines between love and hate
And paint them on the instruments that we all play
Going blind by inspiration
Muted by lack of skill
Forces a competition
Just like a suicide
Fashion over function
The suit never fit
I have seen sanctuaries burn
The devil has so many faces
I have seen stage show reflector glass
Let's take off our suits and share all our scars
When all I wanted was something real

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