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I wish I was an addict

Sometimes I wish I was an addict
scattered in ongoing traffic attached with a caption of me snappin' my last action,
before cascading in a plastic
coffin,

No more talkin'
No more auctions

I'm tired of my conscience
being convoluted with the nonsense

Always havin' to opt in with no options,
yellow tape wrapped around my fate
became my cape of caution
Welcome to the mirror talkin'

This is my introspection lurkin' with a puropse
seekingta' rearrange what's not workin',
my personal anti-virus is soul searchin'

Cerebral face-lifts' always felt urgent

Their judgement is my surgeon
eclipsing my surface
a gift-less service

Chorus:

The medicine isn't settlin' this unsettlin' sentiment

I can see through their malevolent endeavors
hidden behind each persuasive invasive letter,

A lever of truth was pulled in the booth,
a demon let loose
what can we do,
how can we move
aim ready shoot
were the words
governed for the loot.