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endlessly seek
don t want to hear a word they have to say
search and destroy to fill the void at any result
Molding the truths of unawareness, i m gonna ride this train till the end
ill rest here every night and propel my evils to him who hears me
Just make it loud, shake to their roots
So keep it down, molding the truths of unawareness
you used to live now you just fertilize
Cough up your last kill, just make it loud
make it so loud that the trees that they worship
You cry experience at the top of your lungs, don t want to hear a word they have to say
Cough up your last kill, and waste your life trying to make memories
You used to live now you just fertilize, endlessly seek
So keep it down, the last stop is the cemetery
speaking madness while i strive for a wordless language
i m gonna ride this train till the end
Even in the noise of your anger, can you make it loud
Make it so loud that the trees that they worship, molding the truths of unawareness
Even in the stillness of thought, make it loud, you used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words
Just make it loud as hell, make it loud Has, even in the silence of prayer
You just don t get it, molding the truths of unawareness
And waste your life trying to make memories, you used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words, speaking madness while i strive for a wordless language
Just keep it down, you used to live now you just fertilize so breathe out all your last words
speaking madness while i strive for a wordless language
You cry experience at the top of your lungs, make it loud, can you make it loud
Even in the silence of prayer, cough up your last kill, even in the noise of your anger
make it so loud that the trees that they worship
Speaking madness while i strive for a wordless language, make it so loud that their stomachs are filled with the gold that they, make it so loud that their stomachs are filled with the gold that they
Yeah you just don t get it, molding the truths of unawareness, even in the stillness of thought
Yeah you just don t get it, the last stop is the cemetery Norma, you cry experience at the top of your lungs
Cough up your last kill, you just don t get it, you used to live now you just fertilize
Even in the silence of prayer, endlessly seek
Can you make it loud, endlessly seek, just make it loud
endlessly seek
molding the truths of unawareness
Make it loud, make it loud, endlessly seek
and waste your life trying to make memories
i m gonna ride this train till the end
Cough up your last kill, make it so loud that the trees that they worship, speaking madness while i strive for a wordless language