Tekster: Spineshank. The Height Of Callousness. Cyanide 2600.

Your disease is a fucking waste of time
Turn it on when it fits your need
Never mattered that I couldn't feel a thing
Anything that you meant was forgot

Tear it down, it's what you don't know
Turn it around because it questions your integrity
Take it away because you can't control it
Throw it away because it's what you are

Your tongue's a dying wasted lie
I've seen through you when you need
What makes you think it's not your fault
Everything you were is so far gone

You don't want to know if you don't get it
Everything you touch is dead or terminal
Everything you were walks from me
Everything you were is lost

Realize what you've become
Criticize to make it all numb
Separate yourself from your views
What it takes to redeem yourself

Realize what you've become
Criticize to make it all numb
Separate yourself from your views
What it takes to redeem yourself


I can see it start to begin
Everything that you thought was so clear
I'm shutting down what you thought was real

Giving up to a lesser God
It's all you're worth and it's all you are
Shutting down what you thought was real
What it takes to redeem yourself

Realize what you've become
Criticize to make it all numb
Separate yourself from your views
What it takes to redeem yourself

Realize what you've become
Criticize to make it all numb
Separate yourself from your views
What it takes to redeem yourself

What it takes to redeem yourself
(It's all you're worth)
What it takes to redeem yourself
(It's all you're worth)
What it takes to redeem yourself
(It's all you're worth)
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