Manage the fears
They might be yours
Burning it all in front of your eyes
And truth that’ll open is paralyzing
Make it all stop
To retreat back
Now!
Sick of the life
Sick of the life
Rapidly over us pushing the knives (x2)
It’s keeping intense
Some kind of sense that is (x2)
Impudent thoughts
For impudent minds
Our own ambience
Flows out and injures
Like dirt
(No place to be heard)
Manage the fears
They might be yours
Burning it all in front of your eyes
And truth that’ll open is paralyzing
Make it all stop
To retreat back
Now!
Sick of the life
Sick of the life
Rapidly over us pushing the knives (x2)
It’s keeping intense
Some kind of sense that is (x2)
The guilt in our fates
It’s horrible cry
We never knew
We could be so pure
Bitches and Liars
We are sick (x2)
Manage the fears
They might be yours
Burning it all in front of your eyes
And truth that’ll open is paralyzing
Make it all stop
To retreat back
Now!
Sick of the life
Sick of the life
Rapidly over us pushing the knives (x2)
It’s keeping intense
Some kind of sense that is (x2)
Manage the fears
They might be yours
Burning it all in front of your eyes
And truth that’ll open is paralyzing
Make it all stop
To retreat back
Now!
Sick of the life
Sick of the life
Rapidly over us pushing the knives (x2)
It’s keeping intense
Some kind of sense that is (x2)
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