This Routine is Hell - Don't Let Them | Текст песни

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Swallow, swallow, like there’s no tomorrow.
Get your mass injection set.
Because no one ever shoved you back.
No need for a counterattack.

So cross your t’s, dot your i’s.
Always on the beat, dehumanized.
It’s like your eyes, always bleak.
Every single day is like a losing streak.

I’d rather die on the streets than to sit right up at your anesthetizing and benumbing job.
Don’t govern us, we’ll take our own command.
Stick out the left, and we’ll ask for the other hand.

Never brake.
Never cut it.
Never stop.
Never shut it.
Never sleep.
Never close an eye.
Never rest.
Never ever die.

With broken hands and battered wings we lay to rest the foul things. Anxiety is what they breathe.
Disseminating the stench.
Burn the old, wreck your TV’s, go out on the streets and destroy the concrete.
Break the chains, turn up the gain.
Get rid of your pain.

Cut the rope that keeps us down.
Shave the brows that always frown.
Burn the cyst that always pains.
Give them eyes when the blind man reigns.


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