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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 your subversion
Pseudo-sacred sick before dawn
Go to your deserts, go dig your graves!
Then fill mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw 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 cracks in the road we lay
But we're the filth, the secret gone mad
is new, but 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 think we're done, I'm not the one!
And the 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
Fate! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
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 will kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one 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 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 money you will save
Sinking in, again
I'm done! It has begun, I'm not the one!
And the rain will kill us all
Throw 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 cracks in the road we lay
But we're the filth, the secret gone mad
is new, but 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 think we're done, I'm not the one!
And the 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 of the dead
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
The of the dead
Fate! catch this lie (psychosocial)
I've to tell you thrice! (psychosocial)
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 will kill us all
Throw ourselves the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
And the rain will kill us all
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one can see
The preservation of the martyr in me
The limits of the dead
The limits of the dead
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