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I smoke this blunt
And clear my mind
Put up this front
To get out of the world's blind

To taste the purple haze across my lips
The intoxicating smoke fills the room
Smoking this eternal bliss
Makes new ideas brew and bloom

To broaden the life I'm supposed to lead
To reach the horizon where the sun set that sunset for me
Where no stupid people abuse the greed in the souls they breed
For the pieces of damaged souls that will never again be

The tired worker stumbles through the door
Working his ass off for the accidental family he made
Looking up to the stars and planets and through the Nevermore
Feeling defeated and stupid because you know you were played

To broaden my thoughts --- to broaden my dreams
Listening to intuition --- trying to listen to me
In a world where nothing is what it seems
In a world that they lie to you about being free

They see everything you do and breathe
They learn everything about your body and brain
And how to make you instantaneously bleed
Hitting you with corruption --- like a derailed train

Hopelessly you stumble --- on the balance of life
And aimlessly living --- no matter what the cost
The corruption that stings you and cuts you with a meat knife
America: "Taking people's lives for power and greed" --- at whoever's loss

So where do you find the balance in all the chaos and hate?
Where is your "safe haven" --- where is your place for you and your's?
Nobody but yourself will ever be in the position to challenge your own fate
When finally there's a chip in you --- no need for jobs, currency, or stores

And when the time comes will you let them brand you mad?
And finally stand up for a probable cause --- finding the guns we stashed
Or are you going to let them take our families --- with constant tears of sad?
Fighting against the world --- completely trashed

Knowing the survivors (if any) probably won't be long
Until all the military swarms and barricades us in
Thinking about the Apocalypse --- I rip the bong
I'm here to go against the world to save my own sins
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