Violent Stimuli

(albüm: Saint - 2020)

Once again you've forced my hand
To be part of this warfare
A loss in translation, or is there more to it?
'Cause I swear to God
I'm always fucking fighting this
Toxin-laced fate
It's in the DNA
Within every strain

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
(The fucking burn on the soul)
(The fucking burn on the soul)

I desist to substantiate your delusional reasoning
Look me in the eyes so I know you're fucking listening
Pull apart the framework, have a deep look within
The bullshit contorts with every fucking spin
Fuck this
(Violent stimuli)

Yeah
No more head buried in the sand
The grip of self-preservation like a weapon in the hand

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
(The fucking burn on the soul)

Look at what you've made me do
You didn't shut your rat mouth
Now I gotta fucking poison you