Adrian Marksman - Bruxism

Are you sure you want to lead the oblivious flock now
They'll steal your life, cut you up, drag you down
A weight to drag you to the bottom of the ocean
A running joke between us survivors

Overkill overheals
Overkill

Troops of assholes in the way, troops of assholes that's okay
Send them right straight back to hell

I hear the choirs of the drowned
No one else can hear them tough
No one else can hear them tough

There was a desert behind
There is a desert ahead
Tough I feel lucky being here
It isn't easy being an ocean

I'm running out of time
I'm running out of lies
All these years I've been
Sweating the meaning

Overkill overheals
Overkill

Troops of assholes in the way, troops of assholes that's okay
Send them right straight back to hell

Written by:
Adriano Gattabuia

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