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I don't know, it might be cliche, but yeah. My friends have been listening to ADTR like nonstop and I decided to write a song that can fit that sort of genre. All true story type deal, so yeah it is real. The capitals are those neato punk-gang shout thing. The intro is meant to be silly and robotic, people just saying those things over and over as a fade in. The title is an inside joke, every time I see rabbits something bad happens, based on the amount of rabbits.


(School. Work. Kiss. Wife. House. Kids. Live. Die.)

I used to suppress it all,
built an axiom upon lies.
There is a difference
between wants and desires.

I used to suppress it all,
but now I'm LIB-ER-A-TED.

LIB-ER-A-TED.

We used to play this little straight edge game,
but then you betrayed me and it hurt so much.
You drank and f--(sexed) some boyfriend
even though I told you that's all wanted.

A whine to a friend
response: you're overreacting
A scream in my head
response: you're overrated

We finally work up the guts to have a conversation,
but it just ends up me being condescending.
I offer up, "I'm only mad because I love you."
She appreciates it, but wants to be let to grow up.

Late night. Lonely. Holding a pillow. Or is the pillow holding me? I have to talk.
Nobody responds. Sit up and wait. Pass out. Phone shakes. Late night texts.

This is a lie,
I know I want it.
Though the ideal
is to be married.
I know I want it.
How am I not myself?
How am I not myself?
I'm myself not until I'm liberated.

I realized that I was lying the whole time,
I blamed it on me not being perfect,
instead of liking to drink and smoke weed.
I can't blame them either, we hurt so good.

You have a choice,
I can't construct your life.
"It isn't like we're going out,"
but now in my dreams we're broken up.
LIB-ER-A-TED.
Lord Gold feeds from your orifices and he wants to see you sweat.
Lord Gold probes you publicly and makes your pussy wet.
Now say his name.....