| I did my time, and I want out!
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| So effusive — fade — it doesn't cut
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| This soul is not so vibrant.
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| The reckoning, the sickening
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| Packaging subversion
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| Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
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| Go drill your deserts, 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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| I'm done! |
| It has begun! |
| I'm not the only one!
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| And the rain 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
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid
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| But when the temple fell
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| 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 rain 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
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| Psychosocial
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| 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 antifascist lie (psychosocial)
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| I tried to tell you, but (psychosocial)
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| Your Purple Hearts are giving out (psychosocial)
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| Can't stop a killing idea (psychosocial)
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| If it's hunting season (psychosocial)
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| Is this what you want? |
| (psychosocial)
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| I'm not the only one!
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| And the rain 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 rain will kill us all
|
| We throw ourselves against the wall
|
| 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 |