My playlist is shameless;
try to figure out what my name is.
These people never used to mean a thing,
as the caged birds who forgot how to sing.
I'm an anthem.
I'm a president.
I'm the blunt object
that was failed to be represented.
You're a ghost and a keeper.
You're the daytime to my uneasy sleeper.
Let's make a pact; let's build a church.
Let's tear it apart and blame the search.
I can try while you lie,
ignoring us both dying inside.
Democracy is eating itself
and you disguised it under lack of ourselves.
When I get mad at your handle,
maybe I'm just mad at the way I'm handlin'
your business for you
and for me because of you.
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