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lirik lagu cycle – quid & tombombgrenade

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[quid]
repetitious**never admit to mentioning this, it is
simple as it is definite; everything seems suspicious
on the precipice of pestilence, prevalence gets diminished
the cycle then repeats and at best we may catch a glimpse
of the division. such visions eviscerate the condition
which initially is meant to manipulate the decision
making process. progress blocked; the debate abated
acceptance is expected, dissention’s a violation
deceptions are regulation**standard**and d*mn it ain’t
the way it could be. should we keep looking to find escape
or keep a steady path? no questions asked or wandering eyes
don’t break focus, most stay zoning lacking ponderous minds
it seems everything that isn’t real becomes what we
perceive to be the real deal because of these
cyclic patterns, disasters, and open ends
brainwash, rinse, repeat, concede. here we go again…

[quid & (jack rylands)]
the cycle repeats
and i know time mostly is consigned with deceit
(if only we could find)
a way to break the cycle
(although the cycle repeats)
(and i know time mostly is consigned with deceit)
(if only we could find)
(a way to break the cycle)
[quid]
whether or not you know this, i’ve noticed, though most seems hopeless
there’s always a few who only approach if the motive’s focus
so we stay alert. read the signs displayed, the body language; smirk
adjacent to complacency, pacing, aiming to make it work
regardless. carving our mark in this market, target is locked
the course of action’s been planned, the marker’s been dropped
clock’s ticking. isn’t it time for a shock, system?
crippling. stop, listen, and switch it to nonfiction
lift the veil, so to speak, and realize the blatant tricks
quote*unquote “the way it is,” broken hopes, a bait*n*switch
though so many pass no questions asked just following blind
do*si*do, yet grow we won’t if we can’t swallow our pride
it seems everything that isn’t real becomes what we
perceive to be the real deal because of these
cyclic patterns, disasters, and open*ends
brainwash, rinse, repeat, concede. here we go again…

[quid & (jack rylands)]
the cycle repeats
and i know time mostly is consigned with deceit
(if only we could find)
a way to break the cycle
(although the cycle repeats)
(and i know time mostly is consigned with deceit)
(if only we could find)
(a way to break the cycle)

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