Tell me
How to
Make the
Room stop spinning and spinning, and
(Spinning and spinning, and)
Bridge burner, thought machine
Car crashing fantasy
Burnout (A blaze of glory)
No one repents if they’re living a dream
Force fed false peace
Crawl into the cage
Slow pace through sewer grates
Constricted veins of snakes
Conditional healing, you f#cking fakes
I want their heads on a f#cking stake
Systematic heaven dispenser
Automated addict rejector
Sharpened syringe, #rg#sm injector
Tools of the trade
Thirty milligrams of violence
Between Sun and Moon, there is silence
The alarm clock rings
Shivering and you’re left with nothing
Heal
Me
With
What kills me
Heal
Me
With
What kills me
Tell me
How to
Make the
Room stop spinning and spinning, and
(Spinning and spinning, and)
Shamans breed slavery
Chained to the gurney
Overdosed (A blaze of glory)
Licking the wound of dependency
When it has you
It has you for eternity
Systematic heaven dispenser
Automated addict rejector
Sharpened syringe, #rg#sm injector
Tools of the trade
Thirty milligrams of violence
Stand for a moment of silence
Eighty-one thousand times the light died
How many more mothers have to bury their sons?
You sick m#th*rf#ck*r
All for what?
A seat at the table in Hell
All for what, m#th*rf#ck*r?
A seat at the table in Hell
Heal
Me
With
What kills me
Heal
Me
With
What kills me
Tell me
How to
Make the
Room stop spinning and spinning, and
Spinning and spinning, and
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Fit For An Autopsy Lyrics – Conditional Healing