

Broken RecordFor as much as he did try To find his way out of that old rut of mine The dusty singer finds that dear sweet knot Had I never forgot A broken records nostalgic rhymeBroken Record
Never is the future inevitable Some may say in time But however passionatly my singer does sing He can never change a thing A broken record has a repetative rhyme
His fame will never be published in a picture paper Neither will rock bottom find A lonely song whose lyrics will never glide an inch From my own suffercating clinch A broken record has no rhyme
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Just because im facing the other way, doesnt mean i can't hear what you say.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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