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I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, this is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your with all the money you save
Sinking in, smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain will 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 kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who 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 one!
And the rain us all
ourselves 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 of the dead
Fate! this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your lies are out (psychosocial)
Can't the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something (psychosocial)
Is this you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the 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, this is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your with all the money you save
Sinking in, smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain will 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 kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who 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 one!
And the rain us all
ourselves 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 of the dead
Fate! this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your lies are out (psychosocial)
Can't the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something (psychosocial)
Is this you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the 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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