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Disconnected (ft. Rena Rabold Antosz)

from Annihilation by I, The Conflict

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Cockpit to the cabin: Hold on tight, we're going down.
The stewardess succumbs to panic, captain's no where to be found.
Cabin to the cockpit: We trusted you with our lives!
Cockpit back to cabin: Are you really that surprised?
Disconnected.
Yeah, I'm feeling disconnected.
Existential crisis is an art that I've perfected.
I can't help but think about it, feeding the obsession.
I'm Descartes with a lonely heart who never learns his lesson.
Romanticism prison. Inner schism. Pseudonym-
Given - I, The Conflict, more like
I, The Bordering on Nihilism.
Psycho-social patterns: Psychotropics on the rise.
Everyone's a zombie eating SSRIs.
Listen close because my voice is but a whisper.
All the noise that plagues the city burns my ears until they blister.
I can hear it call my name, but all I want is peace and rest.
To rest in peace, it haunts my dreams, now I find no peace in rest.
I'm disconnected.

The growing disconnect.
I feel hesitant
In this endless sea of frustration.
I'd die tonight if I could see the sunrise burning in your eyes.
I'm alive and I'm a smile away from writing my goodbyes.

My Fondest Friends,
I fear I've made a grave mistake. The man you knew today was nothing more than just a fake. I lie straight through my teeth, and I have never said a thing. I'm sorry for the pain I caused, I'll see you all again some day.....

Some try to pray away the shame they feel,
While others, they try to buy the mind into submission.
I walk a tightrope with both my eyes closed.
Carnival sideshow like some kind of bad joke.
I am the bastard, the coward,
The poor man who begs and the dick that walks by him,
The broken, the lonely, the ever-the-doubter,
The wounded, the hopeless, the sick, and the tired.
They say give me your tired,
Oh, you huddled masses,
They say give me your poor,
But they sealed the Golden Door.
We walk a long road, waiting for the finish,
But the prize is just a lie, you could say that I'm a cynic.
I live inside a House of Leaves, counting down the minutes,
My anxiety feeds and I'm left feeling weak and disconnected.

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from Annihilation, released October 25, 2016

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