"I've been quarantined man
They named a disease after me...
You are a disease"
So haunted by memories
Regression's your best friend
In the end
Bound at the hands
For all to see
The saviour is not a sin
So don't give in
Now our souls are unlevel
Touching tongues with the devil
There's too many losers
In this lottery
Like some sick, parasetic
Human disease
And they left us, with nothing
And they left us, with nothing
It's warm inside
Just a place to sit
We'll work it out
Only hurts a bit
Do all you can just
For loveless seed
Sex is lent and
So I'm bent
Now our souls are unlevel
Touching tongues with the devil
There's too many losers
In this lottery
Like some sick, parasetic
Human disease
And they left us, with nothing
And they left us, with nothing
It's not like the
World needs more
Unkempt, unrealistic E whores
For a dime, a buck
It's all the same
They don't give a fuck
It's not like the
World needs more
Whores of pop
To spread the sores
For a dime a fuck
It's all the same
For the almighty buck
Now our souls are unlevel
Touching tongues with the devil
There's too many losers
In this lottery
Like some sick, parasetic
Human disease
And they left us, with nothing
And they left us, with nothing
Insentient
Vincit Amour
And I am not the
One I used to be
I am not the
One I used to be
With nothing
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