Loners
Transcend the darkness
Descending into the depths of our raw emotional flow
Is the first notion to hate this abrasive world
I'm trying to find my way home
To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain
My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you
On and on I've become a believer of the loners
And I'll gravitate to those with imaginations waiting to fray this wasteland with rage
Now they'll shed their lies while we turn internal voices on to move on as one
We make waves within the brain of degradation
Is the motivation not to cut their throats?
Cut their throats
Cut them
Distance yourself from every one of us
So fed-up that we'll force you to beg at our feet while we're fiending to cut their throats
Cut their throats
Cut them
I'm trying to find my way home
To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain
My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you
I'm trying to find my way home
To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain
My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you
Fuck it all
Let's force-feed a blade to the fakers, acquainting their brains
Make a game of their faces and place their whole race in their graves
Just to set them ablaze
Transcend the darkness
Descending into the depths of our raw emotional flow
No one knows of our somber road
We're on our own
Descending into the depths of our raw emotional flow
Is the first notion to hate this abrasive world
I'm trying to find my way home
To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain
My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you
On and on I've become a believer of the loners
And I'll gravitate to those with imaginations waiting to fray this wasteland with rage
Now they'll shed their lies while we turn internal voices on to move on as one
We make waves within the brain of degradation
Is the motivation not to cut their throats?
Cut their throats
Cut them
Distance yourself from every one of us
So fed-up that we'll force you to beg at our feet while we're fiending to cut their throats
Cut their throats
Cut them
I'm trying to find my way home
To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain
My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you
I'm trying to find my way home
To stop the pressure don't multiply the pain
My manic state is oppressive by the nature of my hatred towards you
Fuck it all
Let's force-feed a blade to the fakers, acquainting their brains
Make a game of their faces and place their whole race in their graves
Just to set them ablaze
Transcend the darkness
Descending into the depths of our raw emotional flow
No one knows of our somber road
We're on our own
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Writer(s): Shaun Mason
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