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Recidivism

 

Recidivism

(album: Jester - 2022)


I take pride
In my sacrifice
Let it swell
A creation of this cell

While the torment never seems to end
I'm bottle-fed I will somehow transcend
Kick and scream while covered in the dirt
No boundaries, all I've ever known is hurt
Create a world that never knew a dream
And you make yourself your own worst enemy
Lock yourself into another ball and chain
No boundaries, all I've ever known is pain

I second guess my intuition
Mold my brain by the confounds of this prison

Recidivism, lack of empathy
Counter to culture of virtuous signaling
You can miss me with your empty sorries
Don't plan off a heartbeat of holding your breath
They prey off of feeble and naive mindsets
Wait one more second, you're closer to death

You're closer
Than ever before
When your last dying words
Were, "What is this all for?"
Yeah

I take pride
In my sacrifice
Let it swell
A creation of this cell

Back into the hell-shaped cell I've fell into
Anyone who cares plagued by a bird's eye view
Track dirt into my coffin and the violence will brew
They'll never know my name so no one ever gets a clue
Anyone who's ever cared about the state of affairs, elated in air, related to their fair share
Dragged into their discipline to further this Renaissance
A rebirthing into nothing where they think we belong
Step into the dungeon of an ordained sociopath
A minister born by misfortune and wrath
Tables filled by pelts of leather to the missing coil
The key to insanity buried under shit and soil
Cage the individual, they know not what they do
And place the plague onto us all for never bearing his fruits
The narrative spins everything to shit
Recidivism perseveres regardless of it

Oh
Let me out

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