Thought Market - Haste

Sell me a way to give away, a way to be improved

I need more for my own thoughts, tear apart

The outside cultures in me, its what i need

Ideas sucked away from me, its killing you, it what you need, see me

I need more of your empty lies, dont try to sell me?

I dont need this, dont try to sell me?

I won’t be bought… for less than nothing

Twist perceptions for your use

Your words hide intent with lies

I fall, fall back to the outside

My eyes see through these lies dont try to sell me

Reaching in… i try to retain myself, feel myself losing.

losing

Dont tell me how, selling my thoughtrs

Slaves for your use, feelings become the fuel to burn