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I did my time and I want out, so effusive |
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Fade, it doesn't cut, the soul is not so vibrant |
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The reckoning, the sickening |
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Packaging, subversion, pseudo-sacrosanct perversion |
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Go tell your classes, go dig your graves |
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Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save |
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Sinking in, getting smaller again |
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Undone, it has begun, I'm not the only one |
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And the reign will kill us all |
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We throw ourselves against the wall |
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But no one else can see |
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The preservation of the martyr in me |
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Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial |
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Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial |
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There are cracks in the road we lay |
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From where the devil fell, the secrets have gone mad |
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This is nothing new, but when we killed it all |
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The hate was all we had |
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Who needs another mess, we could start over |
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Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong |
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Now there's only emptiness |
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Venomous, insipid |
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I think we're done, I'm not the only one |
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And the reign will kill us all |
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We throw ourselves against the wall |
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But no one else can see |
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The preservation of the martyr in me |
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Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial |
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Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial |
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The limits of the dead! |
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The limits of the dead! |
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The limits of the dead! |
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The limits of the dead! |
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Fake and defenseless lies |
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(Psychosocial) |
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I tried to tell you but |
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(Psychosocial) |
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Your purple hearts are giving out |
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(Psychosocial) |
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Can't stop a killing idea |
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(Psychosocial) |
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If it's hunting season |
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(Psychosocial) |
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Is this what you want? |
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(Psychosocial) |
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I'm not the only one |
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And the reign will kill us all |
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We throw ourselves against the wall |
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But no one else can see |
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The preservation of the martyr in me |
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And the reign will kill us all |
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We throw ourselves against the wall |
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But no one else can see |
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The preservation of the martyr in me |
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The limits of the dead! |
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The limits of the dead! |
