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Play Dead

A silent echo
Comes from the street
We’ve been through this
Before and we know it
They way we live and tell
It’s a private torture
Engage me and the suffering
Goes to hell
Embracing
I am not alive to swear
You need to play dead

In the city of corpse
You feel weakened
It’s a way to go forward
And never go back
They smear so nicely
I belong to somewhere
And somewhere is to smear
You don’t know where
In the city of corpse
Is an addiction
It belong to someone else
Never better than himself
It’s a private torture
In the city of corpse

The mortal combat
You have settled in
Is making me
Going insane
It’s a demand
tweaked weekend
havoc
an inquisition of evil
ad hoc and impromptu
you need to play dead

In the city of corpse
You feel so raped
It’s a way to break it
And never go back
They smear the day
You belong to the place
And the place is to smear
You don’t know where
In the city of corpse
Is an old prostitute
she belonged to someone else
Never better than himself
It’s an inquisition to you
In the city of corpse
I play dead
Even though I know
You never know
What I know
So I play dead
Like you should do
Everytime you do
Whatever you do
I play dead
Better than you
And you don’t even know
What you do

So I play dead
It’s an inquisition
My private torture
I call you
A new postal service
With a little torture intrinsic
So I play dead
And I dare to defy you
To play better
So play dead
Better
So play dead
Better

In the city of corpse
You play no better
So play dead
In the city of corpse
You can’t deliver
Can’t play better
You are not dead
But you could play
So dead

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