Refused - Damaged III Lyrics
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Damaged III
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What Are The Lyrics For Damaged III By Refused?
We never speak of what we really are
Project it outwards, our insides filled with scars We gladly cow to everything we hate To fit the mold presented as our fate And my future is my enemy Become the thing I know is killing me Go, I'm damaged and I've always known Go, I'm damaged and I'm not alone Go, I'm damaged and I've always known I'm not alone, this prison will not be my home All stoic heroes with medals on our chests Stiff upper lips but turncoats nonetheless (turncoats nonetheless) Every concession leads us closer to our death I taste the toxins, haven't cried them out yet And my future is my enemy Become the thing I know is killing me Go, I'm damaged and I've always known Go, I'm damaged and I'm not alone Go, I'm damaged and I've always known I'm not alone, this prison will not be my home I have violence coursing through my veins (my veins) I have war coursing through my veins (my veins) I have abuse coursing through my veins (my veins) I have deception coursing through my veins I have violence coursing through my veins (my veins) I have war coursing through my veins (my veins) I have abuse coursing through my veins (my veins) I have deception coursing through my veins Go, I'm damaged and I've always known Go, I'm damaged and I'm not alone Go, I'm damaged and I've always known I'm not alone, I'm not alone I'm not alone, this prison will not be my home |
Who Wrote Damaged III By Refused?
Dennis Lyxzen, Kristofer Steen, Magnus Flagge, David Sandstrom
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