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