Album : Miasma
Clean Lyric
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Yeah I’m running off the rails
I’ve finally gone crazy
And the ground is spinning faster than my teeth could ever grind
I know it’s a shame when success does complain
But I don’t remember my name
In the absolute wrong I have made this place to lay my head
A reoccurring nightmare
I never trust I never rest
I’ve become another victim of this self-serving device
My cock does all the talking, my mouth now just for lie
I’m winding down to nothing
It’s suddenly so clear
I’m winding down to nothing
A human smoke that fills the air
What can you believe?
That is the question
I have you on a string
Something yet up my sleeve
Bury me deep, as I have an unborn child
In a world yet so cold enough to host this seed of endless ugliness
In a sea of corruption, a wake of lie so wildly I have stirred
I’m winding down to nothing
It’s suddenly so clear
I’m winding down to nothing
A human smoke that fills the air
What can you believe?
That is the question
I have you on a string
Something yet up my sleeve
My love is but a lie
Always reaping what I have sown
I’m taking you down with me
To degrees you’ll never know
Yeah I’m running off the rails    I’ve finally gone crazy    And the ground is spinning faster than my teeth could ever grind    I know it’s a shame when success does complain    But I don’t remember my name    In the absolute wrong I have made this place to lay my head    A reoccurring nightmare    I never trust I never rest    I’ve become another victim of this self-serving device    My cock does all the talking, my mouth now just for lie    I’m winding down to nothing    It’s suddenly so clear    I’m winding down to nothing    A human smoke that fills the air    What can you believe?    That is the question    I have you on a string    Something yet up my sleeve    Bury me deep, as I have an unborn child    In a world yet so cold enough to host this seed of endless ugliness    In a sea of corruption, a wake of lie so wildly I have stirred    I’m winding down to nothing    It’s suddenly so clear    I’m winding down to nothing    A human smoke that fills the air    What can you believe?    That is the question    I have you on a string    Something yet up my sleeve    My love is but a lie    Always reaping what I have sown    I’m taking you down with me    To degrees you’ll never know
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