Damaged
Damaged - Passive Backseat Demon Engines songtekst
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righteous psychoticness, painting a portrait of pain open out, spilificate, with the weight of distress feeling gutless you stain can't do anything rightbut fuck up. appetites building persistence, resisting temp fate, block the line? spill it out 'till it stops run as fast as u can show anonymous victims to free falling flight basking in pools of the bleeding, suppliers, desires turn passive back seat demon engines, run fueled by persistence, extinction drives reasons away from pure life. falling free down beside, underneath where it hides disbelief as can be, as machine bleeding free, killed by satayagrahi now it's free being me barely woken, awake-up lust in psychoticness tainting that urge, restraint, taunting tamed by beating time beat time blockout memory blank history face, time and place, kill, forget, erase compiled complex of regret deny what's felt as soul as second thought kill as in the womb. lust in psychoticness, urge restraints, yes men taunt the sane, block time, wipe out memory nothing ever mattered, limil keeps, find away, silence pays, hear'n say. born bonded blood of the murder messiah, suppliers fill bloated hateseeds ovulation, spun shells of the new born submission to social stigmatyrs for life. rotting in the heart of retrospect of anxiousness erect 2 disconnect to disconnect the self from memory and animate the cells re-energy survive, revive stimulating life, immortalize. The inner selfish victimized, contradictory self, please the enemy. what has ever mattered will it benefit an end, all that's gave, unorchestered assimilator shedding free another layer o' skin slicing thru digging out the rot of incapacity's inadequacies cut into umbilicalous parasitic life locked into / re repethion / that nihrist ambition beating out the will of rhetorical overkill, brought down hard scold, benevolent, will it ever matter, nothing's ever relevant. disconnecting human energy, wasting ammunition on respect tap into another source of X. why, suicide is birth and life is death (of memory) the punishment's a self inflicted gripe imitator, pistol type contradict, survive, bleed the enemy. nothings / ever / mattered / will it benefit the end