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Lyrics
The Giving tree You deceive daily, I discern what's dismissed I believe there's truths, you try to turn it and twist I try to help my sisters, you hit your brother with fists I simply make suggestions, you scream with insists See one of us is certain and attached to a lie Forcing it on others like they're just sharing some pie While the other one is open and detached from it all Trying to show you GOD is somewhere within us all They say we couldn't handle it regardless if they told us It's for our own good someone here gotta control us Got a middle finger up I'm saying fuck the owners They can think they got power, trust they don't own us Truth is funny some people here seem allergic Gotta fight for it and show em we know it's worth it Truth ain't on the menu and they're never gonna serve it But if we don't fight for it then maybe we don't deserve it I'm just trying to find, a way to ease your mind I'm just trying to find, a way to ease your mind I'm just trying to find, a way to ease your mind I'm just trying to find, a way to ease your mind It shouldn't have to be like that, but now I guess it does Got lazy we got fat and they kept pumping us with drugs Fell into the traps like we were falling out of love And now I got a passport that says I'm out of luck Maybe we can travel to a city so rebellious We could show our faces without worry they'd expel us I know that I'm handsome you might think that they were jealous But it's not about the looks I see their eyes are overzealous I'm staring right back at them, I wonder what my eyes said Something like I might kill you if you get near my breath But really they were asking if the fear had left their mind dead And if they lost their minds I could maybe help them find it I still got hope and know regardless of the ending We'll fake it til we make it, we're all experts at pretending Even when we're broke and our consciousness descending Ima find some rope and keep my focus on ascending I need proof that there's a little bit of truth in what they're selling us This feels very suss I'm not sure if what they're telling us is pure cause they play make believe Games where they deceive It's not new it's something that they always do, they give you A or B Then they say you're free These aren't choices, it's a way to hide our voices, are you kidding me? This ain't the giving tree
