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I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, this is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill 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 rain kill us all
ourselves 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
This is new, but would we it all?
The was all we had!
Who needs mess, we start over
look me in the 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 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 limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one can see
The of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one else can see
The of the martyr in me
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, this is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill 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 rain kill us all
ourselves 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
This is new, but would we it all?
The was all we had!
Who needs mess, we start over
look me in the 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 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 limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot catch lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain will us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one can see
The of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one else can see
The of the martyr in me
The of the dead
The limits of the dead
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