Haste Thought Market
Sell me a way to give away, a way to be improved
I need more for my own thoughts, tear apart
The outside cultures in me, its what i need
Ideas sucked away from me, its killing you, it what you need, see me
I need more of your empty lies, dont try to sell me?
I dont need this, dont try to sell me?
I won't be bought...for less than nothing
Twist perceptions for your use
Your words hide intent with lies
I fall, fall back to the outside
My eyes see through these lies dont try to sell me
Reaching in...i try to retain myself, feel myself losing. losing
Dont tell me how, selling my thoughtrs
Slaves for your use, feelings become the fuel to burn