Chatterbox Syndrome from Apophenia by mentju

there's an architecture to your mumbling
that regenerated into meaning
and it built a palace in a wasteland
the swamp started drowning all we have

maybe you cannot be fought
maybe we were duped by russian bots
maybe our blood cannot clot
baby, you were just an afterthought
i promise i won't sell your data
so pour your heart out into mine

maybe you can peel back all of the layers
find the echo that swallowed all of your prayers
i can't remember how i got here
i can't remember just how i got here or who you are.

i promise i won't sell your data
so pour your heart out into mine

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