| Suffering
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| Mindcrushed
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| No release
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| Bla, bla, bla
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| It goes on
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| It goes on, it goes on
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| Suffering
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| Mindcrushed
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| No release
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| Bla bla bla
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| It goes on
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| It goes on, it goes on
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| I’ll be trapped here forever
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| I’ll be trapped here forever 'n ever
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| Throw away everything
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| 'Cause I am never leaving, oh-oh
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| I’m going down
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| Like an elevator from hell
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| I don’t need it anymore
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| I don’t breathe air
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| Blood and gore and
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| My soul is hardened on the floor
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| I know the patterns of these boards
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| Better than the backs of my hands
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| My blood is sand
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| My soul is hardened on the floor
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| I know the patterns of these boards
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| Better than the backs of my hands
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| My blood is sand
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| My bones are ash, my stomach’s
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| Full of clay, this happens every day
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| This town is festering decay
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| This body feels like a grave
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| Uh!
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| I don’t really wanna think about it
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| I don’t really wanna talk about it
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| Don’t ask me questions
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| Don’t ask me questions
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| I don’t really wanna think about it, ugh
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| I don’t really wanna think about
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| Ugh, ugh
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| I don’t really think about it
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| Don’t ask me questions
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| My soul is hardened on the floor
|
| I know the patterns of these boards
|
| Better than the backs of my hands
|
| My blood is sand
|
| My soul is hardened on the floor
|
| I know the patterns of these boards
|
| Better than the backs of my hands
|
| My blood is sand
|
| My bones are ash, my stomach’s
|
| Full of clay, this happens every day
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| This town is festering decay
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| This body feels like a grave |