A Perfect Circle
Lyrics:
Time has come to write a letter
To share some thoughts for worse for better
Woke up sore again today
My heart. My Gut. My soul. All over.
Time has come to write a letter
To share some thoughts for worse for better
Woke up sore again today
My heart. My Gut. My soul. All over.
We used to sit and talk and listen
Agree to disagree discussion
We used to be much stronger Then
They fed you hate and made a weapon
Manipulated sense of urgency
Obliterate your sense of empathy
Algorithm feeding your despair
Now you’re seeing devils everywhere
A ghoul is what you’ve now become
You sold your soul to end another
But We are all your next of kin
Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother
Sleep paralysis took hold of me
Immobilizing Dread despondency
Algorithm feeding our despair
Now we’re seeing devils everywhere
(But we are only next of kin
Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
(But we are only next of kin
Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
(But we are only next of kin
Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
(But we are only next of kin
Neighbor, sibling, elder, mother)
Woke up sore again today
My heart my gut my soul all over
Time has come to write a letter
To whom it may or should concern
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