Renard - Trauma | Текст песни

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• Renard
• Trauma

Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain!

Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain!

Get up, come on get down with the sickness! [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness!
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me.

Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain!

Today I show my face
And whispers turn into screams,
Visions of what might have been
And what will never be
Conforming to rejection
Coexisting pain!

I'm not insane, I'm not insane!
I'm not insane, I'm not - not insane!

I'm not insane, I'm not insane!
I'm not insane, I'm not - not insane!

Get up, come on get down with the sickness! [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness!
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness! [x3]
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness!
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me.

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