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torné – rigor mortis lyrics

[verse 1]

burglary is what this world has done to me
it got me spinning round and round, frantically
it’s like my mind and my body are put separately
and both of ’em are fighting against each other randomly, it feels like therapy
and now i feel like i’ve been gone from myself for too long
soul searching with no purpose ’cause i’d be the same torn
every time somebody talks about the sickest man in town
they can’t stop mentioning me, the biggest clown around

[interlude: satan]

hey man, feeling good? do you need some help?

[verse 2]

it would be great, satan, i need to stop chasing
these failed dreams and leave them all locked away in the bas-m-nt
my heartbeat has demonstrated that i’m lost in this world
nothing but a broken man, a peanut in an ecosystem of squirrels
i’d rather give you my soul than give it to this planet
i’ve been knowing it since i was kid, i should have been a miscarriage
and i’m sure everybody by this moment knows that too
’cause they’ve all been disappointed by me, it’s no longer a taboo
real talk, death is the only thing left for me
i don’t excell in anything, i should die soon and i think that we all agree
only speak with the truth, lies no longer do the cut
subjective matter treated with an objective result, catch me in the morgue
with an inverted pentagram tatted on my torso
dying’s gorgeous, living here is like communicating with a wall in morse code
i’m ready to offer you my soul, lord
you can consume it or use it, i don’t care, my mind’s on red alert
i need to die quick, satan, i’ve been patient
but i can’t do this anymore man, k!ll me, take my soul as payment

[interlude 2: satan]

sure, tie a knot in your neck and fly with it
i’m hiring demons right now, contract says the following

[verse 3: satan]

don’t fall to the floor, that’s what your wings are for
bring real salvation, crook your neck till your head falls off
grow a pair of horns in your skull, chew cemetery dirt
get your eyes red by never sleeping, your liberty starts here
do whatever you want, judging is prohibited
god’s ways have been exhibited to fail, our path ain’t primitive
signing this means that you will cease existing
as you are now, on your mind there will no longer be whispers
you will die and be reborn as torn in the demon form

[outro]

i’m signing up, the world ain’t ready for my rigor mortis

- torne lyrics

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