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• Artiste: Patient Sixty-Seven
• Titre: Blackout
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Why did I give you the time It's your agenda and my demise So sick and tired of being force-fed the same lies I'm so fed up with you crossing the line You can't demand my respect When I've been starving for mine The hopes and dreams you pretend to keep I hear you speak, like you didn't turn your back on me I hope you hate the way You're wasting away You can't escape, you feel afraid If actions speak louder than words What's it really worth When these bridges are burnt I'm unstable now You'll find out the hard way We're not done cunt I'm sick of walking away Fuck the progress made in past mistakes I'll take this to the fucking grave I hope with every ache Every time that you wake in chronic pain Your spirit breaks You'll remember how I felt the same Is this how I'm repaid You fucking snake I hope you hate the way You're wasting away You can't escape, you feel afraid If actions speak louder than words What's it really worth When these bridges are burnt I hope you hate the way You're wasting away The hopes and dreams you pretend to keep I hear you speak, like you didn't turn your back on me You coward You can't force your way out How does it sound You don't mean a fucking thing to me now Cutting you out I hope you know that you're dead to me now You fucking coward I hope to hell that you rot in the ground