For a moment it seems, that this moment won't end So I pray for the end Wasting my time waiting for mercy You sold me out just for the joy of hurting me So I pray for the end Rest my child and be still tortured thoughts become real My heart stops such a rush, causes me to go numb Wonder what next will come Sitting alone in my misery I'd like to make your life become history Wonder what next will come Rest my child and be still-tortured thoughts become real Rest my child and be still-fucked up feelings kill What more can I do? What else could I do? Fucked up feelings kill! What else could I do? What else can you do? What else could I do? What else could I do? Rest my child and be still-fucked up feelings kill Fucked up feelings kill I lost again, once again, I don't know where to start Now I'm back at the start You lied when you told me it would save me Now taste the fucked-up feelings you gave me I lost again, once again Rest my child and be still-fucked up feelings kill Fucked up feelings kill
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