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