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Tell me
How to
Make the
Room stop spinning and spinning, and
(Spinning and spinning, and)

Bridge burner, thought machine
Car crashing fantasy
Burnout (A blaze of glory)
No one repents if they're living a dream

Force fed false peace
Crawl into the cage

Slow pace through sewer grates
Constricted veins of snakes

Conditional healing, you fucking fakes
I want their heads on a fucking stake

Systematic heaven dispenser
Automated addict rejector
Sharpenеd syringe, orgasm injector
Tools of the tradе

Thirty milligrams of violence
Between Sun and Moon, there is silence
The alarm clock rings
Shivering and you're left with nothing
Heal
Me
With
What kills me

Heal

Me
With
What kills me

Tell me
How to
Make the
Room stop spinning and spinning, and
(Spinning and spinning, and)

Shamans breed slavery
Chained to the gurney
Overdosed (A blaze of glory)
Licking the wound of dependency

When it has you
It has you for eternity

Systematic heaven dispenser
Automated addict rejector
Sharpened syringe, orgasm injector
Tools of the trade
Thirty milligrams of violence
Stand for a moment of silence
Eighty-one thousand times the light died

How many more mothers have to bury their sons?
You sick motherfucker

All for what?
A seat at the table in Hell
All for what, motherfucker?
A seat at the table in Hell

Heal
Me

With
What kills me

Heal
Me
With
What kills me

Tell me
How to
Make the
Room stop spinning and spinning, and
Spinning and spinning, and

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