Phlegm Blot Technik lyrics

Shake the trust. The implications have not broken thoughtless minds. Feed the pleebs with impotency Conjure tricks that cross the lines Of innocence and wasteful days We spent among our wretched kind Give me nepenthe I'm losing strength I see the darkness in my heart Feed the pleebs with impotency Conjure tricks that cross the lines Of innocence and wasteful days We spent among our wretched kind All the world Is filling holes Listen now For unheard souls Doors are shut No comfort here No certainty No peaceful sleeping Water Clean me Wash this burden I feel Strength is waning Drown in emptiness and (fear) Now you change your mind I will be denied Future's so defined By the things we say Feed the pleebs with impotency Conjure tricks that cross the lines Of innocence and wasteful days We spent among our wretched kind