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Confess
02:59
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Plead
All in uniform
All in unison
All in line together
Counting down the seconds
We get to drink the water
Afraid to go on longer
And face the repercussions
Of the ones above us
Give me a reason to believe
Give me a reason not to fear
The dread
The dread
The tyranny instills
The fear
That this uniform can kill
Counting down the seconds
I get to feel my nature
Until I feel ashamed
And face the repercussions
Confess
Confess
Your callow frail humanity
Disgrace
Remorse
Is how you must discern
Give me a reason to believe
Give me a reason not fear
Counting down the hours
I shake and cower in the night
Disquiet of the fiends custody
Caused by my nature
I confess
Confess
I can finally see the light
Confess
Confess I have relinquished the fear
That the fascism instills
Reprieve
Reprieve
The guilt
Violence is no breed but a systematic team
The violence will breed when the team must go to feast
With no god I can finally sleep
No faith
No fear
I can finally breathe
No faith
No fear
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2. |
Toil
03:40
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Rig the chains
And choke the steel
Clear my path
And keep my speed
Don't halt or it will swing
And knock me off my feet
Ingot mashes my cartilage
While frenzied due to lack of sleep
I hover calm as I am cemented
And yield the strength to withdrawal
Into the catacombs
From sunrise to sundown
I rig the chains
And choke the steel
There is no time to sleep
And no time to heal
There is no time to sleep
And no time to heal
Tracks on my skin
From the char through my sleeve
Black hole abyss
Surrounding path of the optics
Finger print decay
In toil and sedation
Transparent complexion
From the absence of light
The dark circles under my eyes
The pale complexion of my face
Offering every blemish
Every single fucking vein
I am longing to sob for help
As the shards sink in my flesh
Just another ailment to add on the list
Into the catacombs
From sunrise to sundown
I rig the chains
And choke the steel
There is no time to sleep
And no time to heal
There is no time to sleep
And no time to heal
Black hole abyss
Surrounding path of the optics
Finger print decay
In toil and sedation
Transparent complexion
From the absence of light
Living wage carved on the face of my gravestone
The dark circles under my eyes
The pale complexion of my transparent face
Offering every blemish
Every single fucking vein
Pale.
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