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Versuri Bury Tomorrow – Sx lyrics

Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy waters, yeah

Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water

Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Am I confined to this?
Is my intent eclipsed by what you think it is?

(So sick, it’s so sick)

Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
Ugh, ugh, ugh

We’ve all got bones we’ve buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We’re selling souls we didn’t even own (Own)
Bloodsport we couldn’t leave alone (No)
Holding onto faith we’ve never known
Straight shot, right to the throat

Breathe me in
Bleed me out
Tie the rope
Don’t make a sound

Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
(And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin)
Am I confined to this?
Is my intent eclipsed by what you think it is?
(So sick, it’s so sick)

Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
Ugh, ugh, ugh

We’ve all got bones we’ve buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We’re selling souls we didn’t even own (Own)
Bloodsport we couldn’t leave alone (No)
We’re holding onto faith we’ve never known
Bring me the rope

Side by side, the end of life
Where suffering ends
We were a product of our own ambition
This wave of volition means

Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
(And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin)
Am I confined to this?
Is my intent eclipsed by what you think it is?
(So sick, it’s so sick)

Every second I waste
(So sick, it’s so sick)
Something controlling me
(And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin)
Am I confined to this?
(So sick, I’m so sick)
By what you think it is?
Sick