Inflammator lyrics
Gripping the sweat in my hands, your voice makes my ears bleed.
Desperate, self consciousness, in this room there is no air. Broken, you cover your burns. Questions I feel the hate in your mind, cutting me. Scared of rejection starve me, with your perfect lies. Persuasion, it will fail you need force to make me beg. Appointed power in your head, can't allow these attitudes.
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