"ConsPIRACY" lyrics
"ConsPIRACY"
I can't let this keep pulling upon my strings
I can't let this control me
I gotta get it together
It's hard to know what's real
It's multi-dimensional
It's hard to know what's real
Something diabolical
Is self-love a conspiracy?
Will I ever be happy?
Is there something in the way of saving?
I've been lost time and time again
I still hate me
My dark thoughts are talking
Me off the ledge
I'm fucking exhausted
I gotta get it together
It's hard to know what's real
Lost myself to the fucking bottle
It's hard to know what's real
My reality is hard to swallow
Is self-love a conspiracy?
Will I ever be happy?
Is there something in the way of saving?
I've been lost time and time again
I still hate me
Is there something in the way of saving?
When I've been lost time and time again
Do you still hate me?
Find peace in the depths of my abyss
Ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is bliss
- AZLyrics
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- Dead Rabbitts Lyrics
album:
"Redefined" (2025)
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