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Always turned away because my freedom is decay
Collecting nothing now I'm condemned to a dying wage
Sold my soul to be a working man
But now I'm dreaming of severed hands
How'd I end up doing dead man's work?
I think somewhere I took a wrong turn
This isn't where the wicked burn
Purgatory is the fate that I've earned
Grinding tooth and nail for these bloody body mills
That they call this endless time kill
Keep wearing me down, keep my mouth shut
Putting hours down until I live wire out
How'd I end up doing dead man's work?
I think somewhere I took a wrong turn
This isn't where the wicked burn
Purgatory is the fate that I've earned
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Tough Guy Syndrome
03:45
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Show me no pain
I’ll show you no pride
You roll with the punches
I’ll take it in stride
I’ll counter violence
With straight up apathy
If I don’t need you
you sure as hell don’t need me
I have no fear
Of your darkest sides
Just add me to the list of the most twisted kinds
I’m plowing through
And I can see through you
Can’t be told what to think but I won’t be told what to do
You say I've got problems?
Looking for a fight?
I could hurt you bad but I’d rather rid you from my sight
Wanna play the nice guy?
And call me a freak?
Maybe i’m a fool but you’re the one who’s fucking weak
Show me no pain
I’ll show you no pride
You roll with the punches
I’ll take it in stride
I’ll counter violence
With straight up apathy
If i don’t need you you sure as hell don’t need me
Do as I do
You’d be just fine
Cuz I don’t give a shit about this stupid life
I don’t need your help
I’ll figure it out
I wasn’t crying man I don’t know what you’re talking about
I have no care about the space in which I live or die
What’s so wrong with feeling like you’re rotting from inside
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Ratnip
03:02
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With heavy steps i feel cold
as I can't tell which way night falls
The world around me without an axis
Fever dreams of malpractice
Muffled words and steady gaze
No fault of mine, just lead astray
Outside of yours you may find
rules are subject to your mind
Waxing poetic to plead no case
Path of my own at another's pace
Living outside of the outside
Sad to say there's little to find
Don't know what to say
In this part
Demo's due today
I'm trying so hard
Got nothing
For this stupid part
It's like living in a lucid dream
but sleeping demons can't do shit to me
In crimson nights or blackened days
Don't care to make it home anyway
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