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Broken Bones Without Conscience

Barren wastelands in my head Constructive thoughts, all about dead My mind is floating out in space No emotion can show on my face I hit the wall day

Fucked up land, fucked up lives Ethnic cleansing, under darkened skies Lies and more lies, fuel the fire War advances, smashing everything in its path

As you descend into this living hell Hear the door slam behind you You're going down, you can't fight back You're over the edge and into the black Thought

Breaking down defences All I can see Mass destruction all around me Mass destruction all around of me There's a war in my head They won't let me sleep

Wouldn't it be cool to act out a scene From your favourite video off the screen Do all the shit you ever wanted to Be a hardcore motherfucker and kill

Broken feelings, nothing to say It's getting closer, got find my way My path is blocked, my vision ain't clear I want to touch, but feel insecure I'm

I can't breathe, I can't think What's going one? I've gotta get away Can't breathe, can't think What's going on?, it suffocates Take the pain I search

nostradamos With golden armless, teachin hartlets That be strippin for they garments Searchin for a broken promise, regardless though You godless, still feed you full for your conscience

If thirty thousand rioters came running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision