What's the point of living if you're always looking back?
And when you fail?
Should have that last revenge
You can't escape this hell
Haunting whispers of your death are howling through your ears
Things won't listen, it's because we're [?] of your worst fears
We are the devil of ourselves
Nothing left in the mines that built us
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Brick by brink, we can suck at this tragedy
Burn it down until there's nothing left
Fuck
Brick by brink, we can suck at this tragedy
Burn it down until there's nothing left