Electric Paper

She never smiles at me
And only the crooks believe
She runs the show, reppin' the gold
Since 1984
Try to sneak past the gate
Stay awake past 8
But there's no purchasing power in your final hour

Break away, there's no escape, no magic 8, no time to waste

No way we've made enough
The system's made it up
Made for our desire
To want all to conspire

Break away, there's no escape, no magic 8, no time to waste

And yet we all design
A fishing net to capture all these made up rhymes
Electric paper statically charged lies

Stay, why don't you play
It's such a harmless game
And your trade has done so well
You must be sick of that bell
A seventh circle of hell
So come have some fun
So we can finally be done

Break away, there's no escape, no magic 8, no time to waste

Get back home to your mum
You're not supposed to run
Confirm that bullish pride
Slow creeping inside

And yet we all design
A fishing net to capture all these made up rhymes
Electric paper statically charged lies

Behind your eyes
We tried to find a way back to your mind
Inside the scene
Everyone is leaving

Except me

Why won't she smile at me?



Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Bexson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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