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Death Therapy
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Listen to Chapter 1: No Solace - EP by Terminal Sleep
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terminal Sleep
Terminal Sleep
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bec Thorwesten
Bec Thorwesten
Songwriter
Dominic Lewis
Dominic Lewis
Songwriter
Dustin Santos
Dustin Santos
Songwriter
Todd Tombleson
Todd Tombleson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bleeding on the cold floor No chance of being free Exploited for the many Who ignore all agony A lack of understanding The impact that you have Treating your surroundings As if they die for fun Writhing in turmoil The earth can no longer breathe Creatures of innocence Burn into history Plague-ridden, this whole fucking society Your reaction, poisons the family tree I can't Stand you Don't you fucking look at me I can't Stand you Don't you fucking speak to me I see humans, but no humanity Amounting pollution Yet you stay blind to see Selfish in nature Let death be your therapy Sometimes, I wonder, what you think of me? Choices, so different, in a life of misery Nothing in common, I despise your sense of self Wrecker of joy, you think of no one else I can't Stand you Don't you fucking look at me I can't Stand you Don't you fucking speak to me For certain, you'll be forgotten in the end Falter in your footsteps Tremble to your knees Born a fucking coward Die a fucking leech Faceless vessels, torn from dignity Mindless shells, devoid of empathy Corrupted vision, dissonance of self I see humans, but no humanity
Writer(s): Bec Thorwesten, Dominic Lewis, Dustin Santos, Todd Tombleson, William Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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