String Theory

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Hypocrisy in the form where multiple portals unfold
Through hell I seize this dwelling breed taught not to revolt
You’re shelled in beliefs and selling your dreams for gold
Telling the streams the water flow is all it holds
Your kids don’t show expression, mixed wounds and salt
But I am here to protest progression will never halt
On the surface of suburbia it’s smooth with no faults
As the news exposes the ghetto neglected of hope
Both on a balancing act on a Libra scale of growth
Everybody loves change but you remain to stay broke
Insanity is doing the same thing twice expecting a different result
But if you keep banging your head on a wall it will explode
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My name is Miltada and I have been rich, I have been poor
I have seen the good and bad side when people perform
I know all of my rights and exist under Gods laws
Yet I have found a loop hole to ensure that I don’t fall short
It’s not time a travel but a pathway to live two lives at once
As a struggling musician and the other an upper-class runt
To reach the world entirely this girl must see heaven and hell
As I drift in and out of these portals ready to sell
The point is where equal people but all of you don’t see
Exceeding the limit of hope is something that can never be achieved
So aim for the stars and grasp onto every short straw
Abort the negativity and simply explore your right to enjoy
Life and its misfortune full of flaws and fakes
Rape the system even just to take back what you made
Music is what moves our mood and sooths our mind state
A fire inside to ignite the right groove in a divine place
From seedy bars to the lounge room floor of your real-estate
If you’re really living you will feel, you will cherish and you will relate
Life has its ups and downs, for us to hate we must give it a face
So we call it God to deal with all the constant mistakes
Well fuck fate these string are only an illusion to feel safe
As I open your eyes I prepare up a plate
This is the hand that feeds, do you want a taste
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