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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 your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill 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
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 in the 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 could over
look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit threat
I we're done, I'm not the one!
And the kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
lies are giving 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 kill us all
ourselves the wall
But no one 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 of the martyr 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 your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill 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
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 in the 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 could over
look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit threat
I we're done, I'm not the one!
And the kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
lies are giving 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 kill us all
ourselves the wall
But no one 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 of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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