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I did my time, and I want out!
So 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 your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, 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, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the death gone mad
is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate 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, burn elicit self threat
I we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no-one else can see
The of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain 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 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 your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, 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, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the death gone mad
is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate 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, burn elicit self threat
I we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no-one else can see
The of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain 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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