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Twelve Tribes
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Translation of Fixes
Lyricist:Charles Corpus, Adam Jackson, Kevin Scott Schindel, Shane Allen Shook
I resort to impulse To escape the living Face down in your indifference Waiting to fall in line
And I was never impressed With your addiction to conscience Pain has long been the lost Humiliation of genius
And I've been misled To believe that I was alone
It always turns out better, better this way Sedated, so you won't You won't have to feel a thing
And I resort to impulse I resort to impulse I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse To escape the living Counting the imperfections Down the lines of my face
When all the regrets And failures in you were so obvious Pain has long been the lost Humiliation of the soul Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And I've been caught between What's real and what's for sale
I'm not the one who profits From stainless masquerades I've come to terms with my fixations And all your failing attempts Faithful performances The timelessness of your act Won't be the end of me
Won't be the end of me
I've come to terms with my fixations
I'm not the one who profits From stainless masquerades I've come to terms with my fixations And all your failing attempts Faithful performances The timelessness of your act Won't be the end of me
And I resort to impulse I resort to impulse I resort to impulse
I resort to impulse to escape To escape, to escape
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