The Agenda
You're hypnotized, put up no fights
You play the game the way you've been taught it, right
Been here long enough, it just gets worse with time
I'm sick and tired
Unplug me, cut my wires
Conquest for love but lust has always been the answer
I'm not committed, I'm with it, I'm trying to be tender
So, are you home? Pick up the phone
I'm all alone
And it's you I want
Nothing seems to make this pain subside
My fear and weakness that I choose to hide
I stay up and write late nights just to feel my highs
But when my low is low, it's an emotion I can't hide
Stuck in this house for days, I can't get out
The sun behind the clouds because we're both filled with doubt
I got this gaping hole and it's in my chest
It bleeds more and more whenever I feel stressed, or less
I think I'm losing you, but only after me
Maybe I'll go to hell or kill myself happily
I'm free
My ball and chain tied to this earth
I wonder what would happen if I lessened your burden
You're hypnotized, put up no fights
You play the game the way you've been taught it, right
Been here long enough, it just gets worse with time
I'm sick and tired
Unplug me, cut my wires
Goodbye world, this life was short and sweet
I'll catch you later in the next world, where I come back as a flea
A 13 year old year hanging underneath a tree
Off some Facebook post from a cyberbully
Uh, this ain't a song that I would show to your kids
But this is just a small part of what I sit back and deal with
You hear this? It ain't a cry for help
I'm stuck in the world like you
And all we've got is ourselves
What is love? What is happiness? And all of the above
It's a lie we get told from the agenda being shoved
I can't love you if I can't learn to love myself
All this pain in the air as the icecaps still melt
So, if you hate your life 60% of the time, put your hands up
If the other 40% of your life you kind of life, put your hands up
If you eat processed foods, but you're still vegan
If you say "FUCK CANCER", but you consume it on the weekend
If you're down on your luck, if your debt piling up
Just keep your head up high 'cause life's supposed to be tough
You play the game the way you've been taught it, right
Been here long enough, it just gets worse with time
I'm sick and tired
Unplug me, cut my wires
Conquest for love but lust has always been the answer
I'm not committed, I'm with it, I'm trying to be tender
So, are you home? Pick up the phone
I'm all alone
And it's you I want
Nothing seems to make this pain subside
My fear and weakness that I choose to hide
I stay up and write late nights just to feel my highs
But when my low is low, it's an emotion I can't hide
Stuck in this house for days, I can't get out
The sun behind the clouds because we're both filled with doubt
I got this gaping hole and it's in my chest
It bleeds more and more whenever I feel stressed, or less
I think I'm losing you, but only after me
Maybe I'll go to hell or kill myself happily
I'm free
My ball and chain tied to this earth
I wonder what would happen if I lessened your burden
You're hypnotized, put up no fights
You play the game the way you've been taught it, right
Been here long enough, it just gets worse with time
I'm sick and tired
Unplug me, cut my wires
Goodbye world, this life was short and sweet
I'll catch you later in the next world, where I come back as a flea
A 13 year old year hanging underneath a tree
Off some Facebook post from a cyberbully
Uh, this ain't a song that I would show to your kids
But this is just a small part of what I sit back and deal with
You hear this? It ain't a cry for help
I'm stuck in the world like you
And all we've got is ourselves
What is love? What is happiness? And all of the above
It's a lie we get told from the agenda being shoved
I can't love you if I can't learn to love myself
All this pain in the air as the icecaps still melt
So, if you hate your life 60% of the time, put your hands up
If the other 40% of your life you kind of life, put your hands up
If you eat processed foods, but you're still vegan
If you say "FUCK CANCER", but you consume it on the weekend
If you're down on your luck, if your debt piling up
Just keep your head up high 'cause life's supposed to be tough
Credits
Writer(s): Madisun Grindell
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