It's too late. It's too late. I talked. I told them everything. I confessed my long list of crimes to all the subway suicides. Not absolved but laid bare. And the secret double lives of all the rat race patriarchs go on and on - and let them die there. I've looked through all the windows. I've gone through all the drawers. More empty now than ever before. We're going down to hell together or not at all. And the dead hollow shells of consumer investments that promised completion but just left more holes to fill - let 'em kill. I've got one for the fatalists that like to fuck the mannequins. So who's the deviant in this success story? It's too late. It's too late. It's too late. I confessed - sold you out.
Fatalist
Cursed
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Lyrics by Cursed
All's Right Antihero Resuscitator Best Of the Worst Clocked In, Punched Out Dead Air At The Pulpit Evil, In the Bag Friends in the Music Business Generate Gutters (Outro) Head Of The Baptist Hegel's Bastards Hell Comes Home Into the Hive Magic Fingers Model Home Invasion Native Tongue Night Terrors Old Money One Time Polygraph R.I.P. Reparations Serpentine Slither Sweeter The Void Two Unnecessary Person Wij Leven As God In Frankrijk
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