I did my time, and I want out! So abusive faith! It doesnt 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 your mouth with all the money you will save. Sinking in, getting smaller again. Im done! It has begun, Im 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. There are cracks in the road we lay. But were the devil filth, the secret death gone mad. This is nothing new, but would we kill it all? The hate was all we had! Who needs another mess, we could start over. Just look me in the eyes and say Im wrong! Now theres only emptiness, burn elicit self threat. I think were done, Im 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. Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial) Ive tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial) Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial) Cant stop the killing, I cant help it. (Psychosocial) If its something secret. (Psychosocial) Is this what you want? (Psychosocial) Im 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
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 03:12:30 +0000
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