Psychogenic Syndrome from Sickness by Burden Of Hatred

You hear the voice of fucking psycho
There is no point - so run
This mud around, hate is my burden
I cannot leave, I'm stun
Barf-out all of you to garbage
I pouring again inside
You can be wherever that you knowledge
Take all that shit and die

How much should I without a question
To choke this shit-pill
Give me psychogenic panacea
This Syndrome I kill
Try it! A piece of my death
I was terribly sick
Blindly seek the forgiveness
Just simply die double quick

All searches my fucking the soul killer
It's put me in the grave
See you in the void, and then pull the trigger
My corpse - new trend of slaves
Forgetting the pain, ourselves we losing
We find the peace there is no fate
Fuck everything, I stop this moving
Like all, just feel my hate

This is just madness
I am going back home
I just could not be in worst place
Find me something better
Give breathe more deep
Or simply pierce it through

I stretch out my hand to you
But I don't think you can get through
So take this, if you have bad luck
But keep in mind, there is no fuck

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