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| Psychosocial |
I did my time, and I want out!
So effusive fade,
It doesn't cut, this soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Back at your subversion.
Psuedo-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.
I'm done! It has begun, I'm 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.
Oooo
There are cracks in the road we lay.
But we're 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 I'm wrong!
I'm going down, down, down
And I just can't believe (I think we’re done, I’m not the only one!)
My first love won't be around
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.
[Ludacris]
When I was 13 I had my first love,
there was nobody that compared to my baby
and nobody came between us,
No-one could ever come above
She had me going crazy, oh I was star-struck,
she woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks.
She made my heart pound,
I skip a beat when I see her in the street and
At school on the playground
But I really wanna see her on the weekend.
She knows she got me dazing coz she was so amazing
And now my heart is breaking
but I just keep on saying.
Fate! Cannot catch this lie, (Psychosocial)
I've tried to tell you thrice! (Psychosocial)
Your hurtful lies are giving out. (Psychosocial)
Can't stop the killing idea. (Psychosocial)
If it's something secret. (Psychosocial)
Is this what you want? (Psychosocial)
I'm 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
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.
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