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Verse 1

Narcissistic
Pessimistic

Problematic

And full of it

Born with puppet strings
And delusions 
Of being free
The insanity

Is killing me

Over indulgent
While so fried

We're spent
As we live in denial
Of every fucking bit of it

Chorus
Born being told
Who to be 

And what to do
By the hate of the day

Wake up and cut

The goddamn strings
Only then
Will you be truly free

Verse 2
Branded
Labeled

Stereo typed 

To fucking death

Beaten down

Until there is

Nothing left

By bullshit
So pointless
Life has become

All but meaningless
Fighting each other
Instead of the corrupted power
As in the shadows
Logic does cower
Chorus