Peasant Hands - Hysteria

Wait til the hour of penance
Brings fire to our lesions
Hope was hung left to dry
Next to
Hysteria
She sung truly
Collapsing
Diagnose it
Hysteria
She sung truly
Collapsing
Diagnose it
Aberration of our nature
Aberration of our nature
Wait as is well now ends with
Broke planks on the pyre
Of collected saints
Will tremble underneath
Hysteria
She sung truly
Collapsing
Diagnose it
Hysteria
She sung truly
Collapsing
Diagnose it
Collapse
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Fear is what keeps us here
Fear is what keeps us here
Fear is what keeps us here
Fear is what keeps us here
Fear is what keeps us here
All we are all thats here
Fear is what keeps us here
All we are all thats here
Fear is what keeps us here
Fear is what
All we are is all thats here
Keeps us here
Fear is what keeps us here
Diagnose
Keep us here
Fetish
A tool of our
Privilege
Scrape the tongues
Rip them out
Close the door
Close the door
To our secrets
To our secrets
Close the door
Close the door
Diagnose
Let them out
Hysteria
Hysteria

Written by:
Joseph Flores

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