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I did my time, and I out!
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
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
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, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the filth, the secret death gone mad
is nothing new, but would we it all?
The was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over
look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the will 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the will kill us all
against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the will kill us all
Throw ourselves 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
at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
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
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, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the filth, the secret death gone mad
is nothing new, but would we it all?
The was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could start over
look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the will 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the will kill us all
against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the will kill us all
Throw ourselves 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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