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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
at subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to deserts, go dig your graves!
fill your with all the money you 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
ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, 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 was all we had!
Who another mess, we could start over
Just me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, elicit threat
I think we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one can see
The preservation of the in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to you thrice! (psychosocial)
hurtful are out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the will us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
against the wall
But no one else can see
The of the in me
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
at subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to deserts, go dig your graves!
fill your with all the money you 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
ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, 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 was all we had!
Who another mess, we could start over
Just me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, elicit threat
I think we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one can see
The preservation of the in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to you thrice! (psychosocial)
hurtful are out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the will us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
against the wall
But no one else can see
The of the in me
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
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