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fiction - j.plantana lyrics

[verse 1]
the way i may fall down from pride, it seems like it is biblical
maybe i should listen to a god, or individuals
who tell me that i’ll reap what i sow in due time (due time)
to avoid it can i just go invisible?
will i see a rebirth? is life cyclical?
i’ll never see a new umbilical
if what the evangelicals say is true
tar feathers in a h*ll scape
you’re coming with me too, there’s no blue in there (there isn’t)
it’s only red with the fire blaze on their devil heads
it’s mace in thеy hands to shred
the ego that you claim to havе
under the surface like an infrared ray
days blend, paradoxical that i feel like they’re getting way longer instead
and i can’t sleep on this cot, i need a queen sized bed
this is what i get when i put my mental ahead (my mental)
i never would have thought that i’d be renting with the dead
better bring a box because i’m moving to this new world
no life, no girl
no gluttony or l*st, life is now a chore
i’m sick of this sh*t, my soul is poor
and i won’t pour more out for you (i won’t)
[hook]
they raise so many people (so many people)
with words that come undone (come undone)
the second that they pull the plug (pull it)
and your breath slows down, you got nothing but blood (nothing but blood)
right now
it’s the only visible crimson
the other sh*t
superstition (superstition)
what the christians told you
it’s fiction (fiction)

[verse 2]
i would never lie to you (nah)
what are you supposed to do? (what?)
i am here to let you know i almost got tricked like a fool
seeing all the posted letters claiming that they here for you
they pray on innocent anxiety, i know that
do not get too into it, why don’t you pop a prozac (prozac)
steeple might seem intimate but can i pull the curtain back? (can i?)
there isn’t any light, it’s all black
they’re the sinners
we’re the winners when we break from the chain
we can walk through the fire unscathed (we can)
like a bad lip filler, it’s fake, yeah
and they never deliver to my plate
want my dinner to be evidence that h*ll is a place
and not a myth to hold us down
got us on the ground
i can’t even see my face
hiding my identity, like it’s something to hate
i’m proud now and greatness awaits
and i know you want a taste of it (you do)
[hook]
they raise so many people (so many people)
with words that come undone (come undone)
the second that they pull the plug (pull it)
and your breath slows down, you got nothing but blood (nothing but blood)
right now
it’s the only visible crimson
the other sh*t
superstition (superstition)
what the christians told you
it’s fiction (fiction)

- j plantana lyrics

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