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Rope Lyrics

Lab rats: what a universal flaw a nod to evolution's glitch.
Stab back: what self-awareness can endure what stupid answers we beg for.
Support: a rash on mother nature's skin, asylum to our natures kin.
Silence: abort your conspiracy just go along with guys like me.
It's all f****** rubbish, recycle yourself.
It's all f****** rubbish.
This whole d*** project.

This new weight fell on me in the midst of my mid-20s.
Am I good enough for heaven or do they still shun b******s?
Cause I really like to do bad things.
Nostalgic for my misery in lieu of my anxiety.
When I spin the record backwards and I swear I talked to god.
Quit your job and kill yourself, pray your way to useless wealth.
Angels with blue collars pay no mind to us.
Your dad's credit card, my mom's trailer park.
Focus on music has destroyed my life.
At least I can retire at the age of 85, alright!
I didn't kill myself but I've been buying the rope my whole life.
My generation was born into failure a miscarriage promise to be broken down.

I wasn't born to become a statistic oh we were just born to become your statistics.
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