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I did my time, and I out!
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig graves!
Then your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the will kill us all
Throw the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the we lay
But we're the devil filth, the death gone mad
This is nothing new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
lies are out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig graves!
Then your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the will kill us all
Throw the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the we lay
But we're the devil filth, the death gone mad
This is nothing new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
lies are out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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