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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 dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the 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 in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the death gone mad
This is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who another mess, we start over
look me in the and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the 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! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are out (psychosocial)
Can't the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is 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 martyr in me
And the will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else 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
Back at your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill your mouth with all the money you save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the 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 in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the death gone mad
This is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who another mess, we start over
look me in the and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, burn elicit threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the 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! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are out (psychosocial)
Can't the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is 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 martyr in me
And the will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the in me
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
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