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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 subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then your mouth all the you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only 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
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the filth, the secret gone mad
This is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs mess, we could start over
look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, elicit threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one 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 this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the 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 of the dead
So effusive fade
It doesn't cut, this is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Back at subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then your mouth all the you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the only 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
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial
Oh, there are cracks in the road we lay
But we're the filth, the secret gone mad
This is nothing new, but would we kill it all?
The hate was all we had!
Who needs mess, we could start over
look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong!
Now there's only emptiness, elicit threat
I think we're done, I'm not the only one!
And the rain us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no-one 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 this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out (psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea (psychosocial)
If it's something secret (psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (psychosocial)
I'm not the only one!
And the rain kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the 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 of the dead
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