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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 you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only 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
Oh, are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the secret gone mad
This is new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could over
Just me in the and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
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! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's something (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the one!
And the rain will us all
Throw against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the in me
The limits of the dead
The 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 you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only 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
Oh, are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the secret gone mad
This is new, but would we it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we could over
Just me in the and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain will kill us all
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! Cannot catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing (psychosocial)
If it's something (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the one!
And the rain will us all
Throw against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the in me
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
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