Mr Morse - Rage | Текст песни

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• Rage

You always will
Speak the language of the pressure

Your mind is ill
You’re obsessed with my condition

You say my name
With disgust and disaffection

Your mask is cracked
Not a clever kind of creature

Violent arguments
Ain’t got no sense at all
Fuck, where it’s coming from
Best wishes meet the wall

Lucky to have a lot
But losing every bit
Nothing for everything
My temple starts to bleed

I find myself in rage
Now I find myself in rage

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