Blackouts (Dressed Up)

Cold ripped acid tense and tired
Damaged written and with absolute power
Burning trails of governed people
You know you have been trying too hard

Weathered abused surface like red eyes
But not something that can be removed

Pour hard shells and contradict again and again
These words are a kind of sickness
Crazy burnt adolescence with words, blackouts in heaven
My head was brought to a stand still

One day maybe today self seeding
Reinsert without self loathing

What I have dressed up and I've gone way past what I have dressed up and
I've gone way past what I have dressed up and
I've gone way past what I have been dressed up in
What I have been dressed up in
What I have been dressed up in
What I have been dressed up in
What I have been dressed up in



Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Paul Stefan Penxten, Filip Vandueren
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