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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 sick before dawn
Go to deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw 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 death mad
This is nothing new, but we kill it all?
The was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over
Just me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, burn self threat
I we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves 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 limits of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't the idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the 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 will kill us all
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 soul 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 mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw 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 death mad
This is nothing new, but we kill it all?
The was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over
Just me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, burn self threat
I we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves 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 limits of the dead
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't the idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the 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 will kill us all
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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