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White coats they’re haunting me, and time is on their side

trapped here with your loneliness, slow death is your bride

the scars on your fragile skin, they’re no fault of your own

take back your heavy trip and be gone

Your tears in your pocket, when death leaves the room

sweet smells of your sorrow will bring him back soon

the scars on your fragile skin, through no fault of your own

take back your heavy trip and be gone x2

out there, there is a devil on the streets

they see you all the time

they strike and they disappear x3

alright

FOREVER WE NEVER WE NEVER WILL FALL

HEADS HELP UP HIGH BUT WE’RE CHAINED TO THE WALL

FOREVER WE NEVER WE NEVER WILL FALL

HEADS ARE LOADED DARKNESS COVERS US ALL