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the city is dead - bruxism lyrics

there’s a corpse in my head
i do what he says
counting out the bodies while i’m out here making bread
it’s a test
only just a test
every day cold feel the winter in my chest

f*cking with my set
living on a bet
bet you think twice
or we might get direct
tiny f*cking edge…
living life impaired
swoop on that life
that’s a fight to the death…

you can come and say your prayers
cuz the city is dead…
it’s really f*cking with my head
cuz my city is dead…
it’s hard to make it out of bed
when the city is dead…
you can hear the f*cking bells
cuz the city is dead

dead
yeah this city is dead!
and you’d do well to make amends…
so weak don’t sleep where we sin
no running, from the lives of the dead it’s a fact
but i’m born with that something that you lack
motherf*cker
do something
get stunting
f*ck running
always waiting round for nothing
you a slave to a maze like a rat in a rut
i’m amazed that your days in the trap ain’t enough
from the cradle to the dust, like worthless f*ck
from the morning to the dusk, you a worthless schmuck
get the f*ck out the city cuz the city asleep
you awake motherf*cker does your heart even beat?
don’t confuse your f*cking apathy with anything more than a tragedy
it’s not a fantasy it’s f*cking reality
this your chance to make that blasphemy magically cure your agony
irrationally you would rather worship the travesty…

- bruxism lyrics

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