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Single • 2013
We've got nothing to say, we're just so pissed off Rotting and ephemeral Litteraly dying on the pavement But is this what we deserve? Oh, the blood in our veins was made for this We're living 'til the end And when the morning comes We're screwed and sullen 'Cause we're all living in this goddamn shit And each day we're digging deeper To be sure that our soul Will be fucking safe We were feeling so safe But we can't rest away from the bustle of the outside All I can see? The white of our eyes And it's empty, my soul is buried deep in the ground We are apathetics And we belong to this fucking dirt From the dust to the dust I think it's time for you to figure this one out We're broken and ruthless So what can get lost except the will of being expected? I'm a being of solitude doomed to live A pawn on my own chessboard It feels like we've got no fucking pulse And once more we're done You let us sink into this constant rejection In this self-made hell, all of this is vain Can't we just heal? ♪ I won't break my legs again To search what I got left I can't find what I have missed I won't brace my fucking heart again, again We're broken and ruthless So what can get lost except the will of being expected? I'm a being of solitude doomed to live A pawn on my own chessboard I've lost your voice in the distance Yet it's back on the stage now Sounds are flooding my mind I just can't close my eyes I'm bleeding 'til I'm dry, we're the scars of your Your so called perfection I'm lost in this gloom's persistence I've broken the mirror And those scars on my skin Remember me the worst All I've wanted was to heal in time, but now I'm trapped Inside of my own chessboard
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026
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