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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 subversion
Pseudo-sacred before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig graves!
Then fill your with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw 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 new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who another mess, we could start over
Just 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 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
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
hurtful 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 will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits 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 subversion
Pseudo-sacred before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig graves!
Then fill your with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw 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 new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who another mess, we could start over
Just 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 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
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
hurtful 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 will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
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