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