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In The End
by Boodles
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In the end I'm sure we won't matter
In the end I'm sure we would scatter
Delve ourselves into our caves
Be a polar to our race
Be a loser to one's taste
Death by tech on mental health, in the-
I know what I do is high sus
But mind you I'm not that
They say lights will guide you
A phase would die
May will end in April
May will end in Apri-
Rollin thunder growing hunger feelin buttery I'm under
2020 I would rather 1920 cuz I'm mentally a boomer
Eyes on LED's, figure out reality,
So many in my tummy that I'm fucking up my energy
I remember in my early life, thinking mono everytime,
Happier yet blinded by fear to be the other side,
Not knowing made me curious so I went out there and face a lie
Questions kept on coming so I go by with my motion I
Ponder as the days pass didn't notice I would switch sides
Knowing made me open to the data labeled "classified"
Open up the brown file as I read into the deep-high's
Made me blow my young mind as I look around and realize
Reality is nothing but a string of information,
Depending on a media you can get a different version
How you think before receiving data makes a difference
So in the end we'll always disagree with one another.
In the end I'm sure we won't matter
In the end I'm sure we would scatter
Delve ourselves into our caves
Be a polar to our race
Be a loser to one's taste
Death by tech on mental health
In the end I'm sure we won't matter
In the end I'm sure we would scatter
Delve ourselves into our caves
Be a polar to our race
Be a loser to one's taste
Death by tech on mental health, in the-
I know what I do is high sus
But mind you I'm not that
They say lights will guide you
A phase would die
May will end in April
May will end in Apri-
Rollin thunder growing hunger feelin buttery I'm under
2020 I would rather 1920 cuz I'm mentally a boomer
Eyes on LED's, figure out reality,
So many in my tummy that I'm fucking up my energy
I remember in my early life, thinking mono everytime,
Happier yet blinded by fear to be the other side,
Not knowing made me curious so I went out there and face a lie
Questions kept on coming so I go by with my motion I
Ponder as the days pass didn't notice I would switch sides
Knowing made me open to the data labeled "classified"
Open up the brown file as I read into the deep-high's
Made me blow my young mind as I look around and realize
Reality is nothing but a string of information,
Depending on a media you can get a different version
How you think before receiving data makes a difference
So in the end we'll always disagree with one another.
In the end I'm sure we won't matter
In the end I'm sure we would scatter
Delve ourselves into our caves
Be a polar to our race
Be a loser to one's taste
Death by tech on mental health
