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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 graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the you will save
Sinking in, getting again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only 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
Oh, are cracks in the we lay
But we're the filth, the secret death gone mad
is nothing new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs mess, we could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The of the dead
Fate! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies 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 will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the 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 graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the you will save
Sinking in, getting again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only 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
Oh, are cracks in the we lay
But we're the filth, the secret death gone mad
is nothing new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs mess, we could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
The of the dead
Fate! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies 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 will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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