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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 deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth 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 will us all
Throw the wall
But no-one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the 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 needs another mess, we over
Just me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no-one else 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 to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the idea (psychosocial)
If it's secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the 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 us all
Throw against the wall
But no one 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 deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth 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 will us all
Throw the wall
But no-one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the 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 needs another mess, we over
Just me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no-one else 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 to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the idea (psychosocial)
If it's secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the 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 us all
Throw against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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