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I did my time, and I want out!
So fade
It doesn't cut, soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig graves!
mouth with all the money you save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the will us all
Throw ourselves 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 road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad
This is nothing new, but we it all?
The hate 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 only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves 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 lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the in me
And the rain will kill us all
ourselves 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 fade
It doesn't cut, soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig graves!
mouth with all the money you save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only one!
And the will us all
Throw ourselves 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 road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad
This is nothing new, but we it all?
The hate 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 only emptiness, burn elicit self threat
I think we're done, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves 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 lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the in me
And the rain will kill us all
ourselves 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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