They told me I'm broken
That I'm not gonna make it This reality's spoken To get by I must fake it Live my life like it's make-believe Give up my voice just to call myself free But there's just not enough time So here's a toast with my cheap wine Call me a rebel, I've spoken It's the system that's broken We get lost inside the noise Cherish not people, but the toys Screaming out; hope to fight the pain Drown free thought with this numbing reign Just one more shot of this whiskey Don't even care if we're tipsy Feel all alone even in a crowd Man, I should really put this bottle down. They told me I'm broken That I'm not gonna make it This reality's spoken To get by I must fake it Live my life like it's make-believe Give up my voice just to call myself free But there's just not enough time So here's a toast with my cheap wine Call me a rebel, I've spoken It's the system that's broken The outrage is starting now We've gone back fifty years somehow Trapped in political hurricane Like running from a tidal wave So now we must break this wall And watch the whole system fall Rebuild with a joyous voice For freedom means having choice They told me I'm broken That I'm not gonna make it This reality's spoken To get by I must fake it Live my life like it's make-believe Give my voice up to call myself free But there's just not enough time So here's a toast with my cheap wine Call me a rebel, I've spoken It's the system that's broken So standing here at the ledge My will as sharp as this razor's edge Riddle me this as I get inside your head I'm more alive with every lie you shed. You told me I'm broken That I'm not gonna make it That reality's spoken To get by I must fake it Live my life like it's make-believe Give my voice up to call myself free But there's just not enough time So here's a toast with my cheap wine Call me a rebel, I've spoken It's the system that's broken
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February 2024
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