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letra de vessel system - sutaijian

so we’re back
back where we left off
terminal one
less than an hour to take off
im glad i have you with me
on this journey
but if god don’t got me, fame got me
but do the game really got me?

rupture your vessel system
it’s all in the vessel system
dance till you’re dead
i don’t know what i’m looking for because even if i had everything i ever wanted i wouldn’t have enough
so it’s timе to say goodbye
and i’ll blame the world
and say thеy missed out on hearing everything else i had to say
i stopped consuming manufactured art when i found out
you’re a vessel of a profit for ten years
throwaway doll at the seam strings
now i wish i could find fame, it’s the easy way out
when you’re picked up into open arms at a young age but thrown away when you’re older
the arms that you lift you up smack you on the ground
all for a chance
the high heels gave her plantar fasciitis
entertainment fascists
in the vessel system
man alright
when they speak down on you you go down
and they dig up your past and crucify you for every little
sin
they create a cycle of sin
you’re on the casting couch
violated by a man
but you can’t complain because he offered you a role
you knew something was off when you got to the scene
but you were too meek, 16 years young
and when it was over there were tears in your eyes but you had to wipe it off
suck it up
boys don’t cry right
called a good boy but you can’t wash the shame off your face in the mirror
it traumatized you and sticks to you for the next five years
so much so you can’t get with no woman, forget the rules against doing that
you’re p-ssed off and f-cked over
after days of practice you rub yourself to the thought of it
and you end up scaring yourself because it actually turned you on
then fast forward 20 years in the future
you’re stable, you made it, but that comes at a cost too
you’ve got the type of power that has no limits
sure, the rules of today are more stringent, but you ask your men to walk out to give us some privacy
all the trainees weren’t of age, this one was
but that was the problem
she was only 18, but she was considered out of the window for getting into the industry
she was multitalented aced every exam she took
but she wanted to be an ace and show the world what she’s worth
so you took advantage of that
and told her she had to cope with the fact that she’d have to give you favors to break through
and through all of this, she was forced to accept it. you took revenge for what they did to you on her
she had to pretend to be enamored by the celebrity in front of her
but she was sickened by your ageing face, your potbelly that hung over
and that evil look in your eyes, like a wretched schizophile
then you did it, and when the deed was done, you got what you deserved, you didn’t feel pleasure
but the thrill of power and manipulation did it for you, it’s crazy
how you took it out on someone so innocent
you stare at her face and feel a tad of regret but then you tell her to go
you get your men to call her up for the contract the next day
but over that night, while you rested easy
while you went home to your daughter and your wife, you rested easy, until you looked into your daughters eyes and realized she wasn’t much younger than the said woman
it gave you sleepless nights
and that night she couldn’t find any sleep either
she was sprinting down the boulevard in fear
and she ran out of towels to wipe her little face
she went to the little underground dwelling area she resided in
small windows, big dreams
small windows big dreams
she cried in her mothers arms about what happened
but she said she had to try again
but you didn’t even give her a contract
and if she had to go tell a pig, they’re under your control too, power and money, gotta love the police force
she gets it from someone else
she had to go down on this label head to but she grew desensitized
she’s in the industry now
at what cost
and now she’s stuck in the matrix of the vessel system
all alone in an arid desert of thoughts
and she’s going to continue the cycle
or she’s going to end it all before her life runs it’s course
all to be famous, all to be someone who’s name is etched in history
you gotta love the vessel system
it preys on all of us
and now i write the music i write to get into it
thinking it’ll save me from wanting to k!ll myself
it could put those thoughts at bay though
i’ll still seek it out
once you used her you didn’t care
did you
and then thirty years down the line, you hit a stroke of life
got us crying over people that don’t know we exist
unrealistic
but we’re still infatuated with the idea of making a break
you ever taste defeat
it’s bittersweet
it’s only bitter but you’ve never tasted sugar in years for your figure
and they always compare you to other people
regardless of the work you put
in
manufactured personas
you gotta stay sober
you fall in love, but you can’t act on those feelings
because you gotta spread the false illusion that you’re up for grabs by you’re fans
not only does this hurt you, it hurts the people you call fans
they’re slaves to you and you’re slaves too, to your labels
some dreams are better kept dreams
where do you see yourself in 5 years? thriving
where do you see yourself in 10? dead

small windows big dreams
mercury poisoning
contracts that the you hold down
and you plead for humanity
but the same fans that cry out to you to take care of yourself
admire the fact that you look the way you do
and it pushes unrealistic expectations for all these boys and girls
i just saw a kid i knew end herself over that
but do you ever ask yourself am i reply happy
admiring a life that will simply go to waste one day
forget 5 minutes, it goes away in the blink of an eye 5 seconds of fame
and when it’s over your body’s damaged
and when you’re label doesn’t protect you you’re pr-ne to the damage of the poll
that’s when you take your wings and fly or you go up in smoke
all that work all that talent all that time
and you’re past the window to rethink your life
small windows
big dreams
when you signed a contract you didn’t know you signed your life away
your youth away
you’re good times away
just to see the world
and for the world to see you
but they’ll only cry over you for the first week
you’ll be forgotten
because apparently martyrs don’t give entertainment
nor do they see wh0res as martyrs
it’s funny how we’re no less than wh0res
they’re out here cropping your face onto p-rnstars
maybe that’s the price of fame
training away your glory days
and you’re told to put a smile on for the camera
and when you take a break they cut from your wages
you’re bullimic
you’re starving
they tell you you’ve aged
you’re always worked up things
things that don’t come with a family life
i see a dead cat on the road
it died of hunger
at this rate i’m following in it’s pawsteps
all for the vessel system
the devil is a myth but you can still sell your soul
used for profit
we’re all clean wh0res
then i still look up to celebrities
thinking i want to have my name etched on the face of history
all to be famous
fair trade
we might walk free but we’re slaves to somebody
and you can’t escape
you can’t walk through the streets without being seen
you got bodyguards do you don’t get k!lled by a rogue stalker
what did it take everything
and it took it all away from uou
you can’t get it back
no more real love either
everyone loved you for your name but no one really loved you
you’re a slave
talent is washed out by greed and the false illusion of stability
wh0re themselves out to the system you’re still a wh0re. belong to the world
i send out an illusion to my friends that i’m outside touring the world when i’ve been stuck in place
money might get me a gold digger but i’ll never find real love

- sutaijian

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