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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 before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill mouth with all the you save
Sinking in, getting again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad
is new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we start over
Just look me in the and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, burn self threat
I we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (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 will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits 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 your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill mouth with all the you save
Sinking in, getting again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no-one else can see
The preservation of the in me
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the devil filth, the secret death gone mad
is new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess, we start over
Just look me in the and say I'm wrong!
Now there's emptiness, burn self threat
I we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
Fate! Cannot lie (psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (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 will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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