Lyrics
Marked man, dead hands
No control from the sound of the first note
Red sun, high tide
You know your alive
Don't think, don't speak
Habits form from a long line of bleeding
New blood, teething
The rats are feeding
And all these times
That I've felt like I'm screaming
I'm just staring at a wall
And all these wounds
That I thought we were healing
There just tearing us apart
Dumbstruck, dumbfuck
Hypocrits wallow in their own shit
Dead soul, unfold
Never been told
Sunrise, daybreaks
A casualty of those left behind
Blame me, blame me
A parasite of the times
And all the time we spend
holding on to moments, that torture us within
And all the time we spend
Forcing our eyes open, to see a different sin
Sickness
And all these times
That I've felt like I'm screaming
I'm just staring at a wall
And all these wounds
That I thought we were healing
There just tearing us apart
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