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lirik lagu 13 – port noir

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we’re stuck in a world where truth is the first casualty
just another well cut fashion, we’re soaking down breeding
rolling around in our premium lack of feeling
put on your sl!ck dark lashes
we’re bending down to the f*cking famous
but no one will pay the cost laid by our classical means
they’ll spend it until their statements get better
we all buy it, we don’t fight when it gets better
still, the new art won’t stand to feed us

they stack all lies and they show us all we need
l!cking down dirt it’s all greed, it’s all routine
we got new shackles, we’re governed slaves
and it’s all been paid, it’s all been said

they say that the cost is no matter, that’s irrational wheeze
because you’re still no classic
stick around, be the last coat hanging
it’s like a maglite flashing
it doesn’t matter how you want to
frame it, when the beauty ain’t ever in it
just another line of your well cut fashion
they all bow to the colors of your dark lashes
the new art won’t stand to feed us

they stack all lies and they show us all we need
taking their time behind our backs, it’s all routine
we got new shackles, we’re governed slaves
if i’m not okay you’ll take it out of the last in me
it’s our own late show, it’s our only choice

we don’t mind when it gets better
we don’t mind when it’s all pleasure
the new art won’t stand to feed us
we ain’t better, we ain’t feathered, so don’t bother us
and we ain’t silenced, ain’t titled, ain’t far away

we lack no motion, they show us all we need
l!cking down dirt, it’s all greed
pull it down with your sl!ck trigger finger
we lack no shackles, we’re governed slaves
if i’m not okay you’ll take it out of the last in me