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He's here to break the illusion you built to stay sane.
This isn't music.
It's confession-as-performance.
Trauma with a hook.
Truth wearing a court-ordered smile.
Every song is a failed therapy session.
Every hook — a chant for the emotionally homeless.
You won't leave healed.
You'll leave aware.
Because the system is polished.
The mask is clean.
And if you keep pretending it's all fine —
he'll say what you're too comfortable to admit.