Disgraced
Expendable, we are not really real
A mirage of solitude is what they try to heal and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charadeSpewing bile atrocities
Bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will kill mercy within
Immersed in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open soresDisengaged
Relinquish the reality, I've known
I'm feeling like I'm alienated from my own and
I will not be made to feel we are sealed in a fake charadeSpewing bile atrocities
Bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will kill mercy within
Immersed in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open soresSpewing bile atrocities
Bringing existence to it's knees
I will manifest my sins and
I will kill mercy within
Immersed in this hypnotic spell
Influenced by the hate that swells
I'm not terrified anymore
There's nothing left but open soresNothing left but open sores
Songwriters
Roos, Nik / Sonderen, Martijn Van / Vlieger, Thijs De / Arvizu, Reginald / Davis, Jonathan / Shaffer, James / Luzier, RaymondPublished by
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