We live in a world overflowing with keyboard warriors criticizing false prophets who are unfit to lead. I am one of them. For me it's the fake, the constant Mr. Nice Guy shtick. It's the men behind the curtains who are smart enough to know better but continue to look the other way. The, I'm just like poor old you even though I was handed $300M before ever passing go. It's the conspiracies so ridiculous I wonder who could be so unbearably desperate to buy in. This isn't exactly a monthly album. It's a 30 minute collection of eight cover tunes dedicated to a couple of very special theorists who are too afraid to pop their bubbles, stop hating, and seek to understand.
I'm shipping up to Boston. You're so very special. I wish I was special. I tried to discover. Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream. Be careful of what you do before the lie becomes the truth. You ruined everything good. Always said you were misunderstood. Actions speak louder than words. And you could have it all. My empire of dirt. I will let you down.
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***Edit - there is no actual puzzle to be found here***