Novelists Fr – Inanimate Lyrics

I might be reborn or it might burn my skin
I just don’t care, at least I’ll finally feel something
Tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll
Stab it, stab it, stab it
Listen the sound that comes
From this f**king empty wreck;
From this carbonized heart
I’m this disheartened man
Who knows that he might end burnt-out

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