paroles de chanson Simulated Happiness - Crucifix_x1

Nowadays
People get their happiness simulated
Cause everyone and everything wants to take it from you
So the question is
What are you willing to do to get it back?

Happiness is massacred
So we need it simulated, the traveler
Who wanders upon the earth only speaks vernacular
Bled for the ones close to him, popping out vascular's
We get our happiness simulated
Simulated
Simulated happiness

Out here happiness is simulated
If you ain't accustomed to the shatter glass, get assimilated
Because if you can't endure you get disintegrated
Integration to society is fucking manipulation
If you don't succeed, you get eliminated
But the ones who are medicated
Seen as the outcast, get shot without hesitation

And they know I'm the special kind of breed
Because I have something that they want to seize
Shut the oxygen off to me until I can barely breathe
Suffocation till my name is just screams
Pop the pills until your happy, like the twilight zone nothing is as it seems
Grasp the nearest safety net at any means
And if they leave
You run out of oxygen for you to dream
And your best friend is insomnia so you stick to disease
Haunted by it, all you do is wish for peace

Simulated Happiness

Happiness is massacred
So we need it simulated, the traveler
Who wanders upon the earth only speaks vernacular
Bled for the ones close to him, popping out vascular's
We get our happiness simulated
Simulated
Simulated happiness

This is The Halcyon System

They on the wrong course
Want me, I encore
They want more
They want more
They want more
They want more

But how much more of myself can I give
Stay here I won't live
They give sad I want bliss
Shits bad, no motive
It's rap, now focus
I'm zapped from doses
I snap, explosive
My mad, corrosive
I'm sad, In motion

For myself I got no plan, just go ham
Happiness comes once round but more can
But they ran
Now I'm expected to hold hands
With myself, but In trance
From the sad that demands

They demand
They demand
They demand
They demand that I fucking go

Happiness is massacred
So we need it simulated, the traveler
Who wanders upon the earth only speaks vernacular
Bled for the ones close to him, popping out vascular's
We get our happiness simulated
Simulated
Simulated happiness

Something is seriously wrong
It doesn't seem to be working
I am not happy
I don't help
Help me

Pit me to fight
See in my eyes
Everybody really want to hand me a knife
But I'm cutting shit already, no need to send em demise
Give em some ice
Getting all bruised up from spitting on mic
Getting the happiness back is all on my mind
But I'm deemed as the kind
Of person who doesn't deserved it
Over time it'll worsen
And I'm the reason it doesn't seem to be working
The way I want it too, but fuck a new version
I'm just gonna say as burden
Am I going to be happy, uncertain
Maybe I need some conversion
Or else I just end up to be hurting

Now we have unwelcome guests coming
Get on the snow piercer right now