Psychosocial I did my timeAnd I want outSo abusive, fateIt doesn’t cutThe soulIs not so vibrantThe reckoningThe sickeningBack at youSubversionPseudo-sacredPyscho virginGo tell your classesGo dig you graveThen fillYour mouth withAll the moneyYou will saveSinking inGetting smaller againUndoneIt has begunI’m not the only oneAnd the rainWill kill us allIf we throw ourselvesAgainst the wallBut no one…

 

Dead MemoriesSitting in the dark, I can’t forget.Even now, I realize the time I’ll never get.Another story of the Bitter Pills of Fate.I can’t go back again.I can’t go back again…But you asked me to love you and I did.Traded my emotions for a contract to commit.And when I got away, I only got so…