I live sucking pleasure like milk through a straw
I live wandering aimlessly without a home to call my own
I was born the child of technology (Cry, child, cry)
Assembly line mediocrity (Cry, child cry)
I was fed before a TV screen (Sigh, child, sigh)
I could speak deceitfully if my face was clean (Lie, child, lie)
Masquerading happiness supports my style
Syncopated pity tempers tortured smiles
Accomplices act endlessly to ease the trials
Oozing bits of tastelessness to stay a while
Party while, frеak a while
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Noah Cyrus “I Burned LA Down” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified
I live sucking pleasurе like milk through a straw
I live wandering aimlessly without a home to call my own
I live with goals but empty ways (Cry, child, cry)
Creating only roads through days (Cry, child, cry)
I walk on weeded palace grounds (Sigh, child, sigh)
This can’t go on
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