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Immedicable

 

Immedicable


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 'till the end and when the morning comes we're screwed and sullen

'Cause we're all living in this god damn 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. (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 'till 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

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