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GOLD

Whatever happened?
Where did it go?
How'd we get so distant while sitting so close
You call this connected, we're never alone.
Craving a constant feed of false validity
'Til we can feel nothing at all

Fuck the foundation
We're in control
& if we keep digging
We'll get to the gold?
But what’s gonna happen
if somehow we don’t?
Watch everything we love suffering, remain unaccountable

Is this what you want?
Is this where we peak?
Is this your idea of freedom & beauty?
This shit is weak.

These things make me dizzy & fuck with my heart
They said it would help me
& showed me the charts
Wish someone would tell me what their intentions are
So I can stop investing in a fantasy that I don't even want

Is this what you want?
Is this where we peak?
Is this your idea of freedom & beauty?
This shit is weak.

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