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Knowledge is a burden, Ignorance will bring me peace
Knowledge is a burden and grey matter tastes so bitter
Knowledge is a burden, Ignorance will bring me peace
Knowledge is a burden, it shatters my fucking inner piece

Every morning I get horror, war, rape
Slaughter, gore, hate, it's more than I can take
I get a sore heart and a headache thinking of such poor fates
So I finish my coffee and just walk away

Close my eyes
Close my eyes, play it blind, face to problems I can't solve I don't mind
Me, myself, and I

I see it all happen, standing within the walls of freedom
I see that venom runs through the veins of this global kingdom
I see it all happen, Sugarman, won't you hit me with another blue pill
End my sorrow, I won't follow any rabbits, won't crawl
Down any fucking burrow
I won’t crawl down any burrow

I just want to live in this concrete paradise
Under a constellation of electric eyes, I was made to shine
I don't mind being spied; I have nothing to hide
I play the game by the rules and the game plays me for a fool
I play the game by the rules, the game plays me for a fool
I play the game by the rules, but the game plays me

So fucking late
I am so fucking late


So many things to see
Reality is softer through an lcd screen
Rigged Esthetics and fucking capitalistic dreams
All seem in my reach


Damn I should be flying, floating amongst the stars
My wings are spread and flapping but it’s just too hard
Sun is far, why is the wax already melting, drooling down ?
Lost in this maze, I gaze up to the Milky Way
My ego goes up and down twerking on this symphony
I'm a bird, I'm a plane, I'm a god, now I'm sucked back to mediocrity
How can I be so weak? I'm a piece of art
Sadness has no price for everything else there’s MasterCard


But it's all possible; all accessible
I won't be another sad clown in this circus
But it's all possible, so fucking buyable
Sculpted in silicone anyone can stand on Mount Olympus


In Walmart I trust
It’s just a race for the newest grail
I'll put my lips to each cup, to every vase
I'll pull out the blade
Holy syrup running through my veins
Modern slaves have no fucking chains, I’m in debt

Damn I’m so hollow just call me a shrink
I’m a blank note in desperate need of ink
I’m a wooden doll lacking a spell
A church that’s lost its fucking bell
Possessions for an empty shell
Give me a fate, set me on fire, make me a flame

Let me enlighten the worthless and plain
It's a lifelong quest

But in the end it all fake, lost in bullshit, I pretend and feign