Brymo ● Beast

It's the rage that beats me
You make a fist and it hit me
You almost killed me
What I had not known has moved me

Maybe I'm too callous to be religious
It's all so crazy to picture
Maybe in the future
Say, tomorrow
It'll show,...⇣ More

It's the rage that beats me
You make a fist and it hit me
You almost killed me
What I had not known has moved me

Maybe I'm too callous to be religious
It's all so crazy to picture
Maybe in the future
Say, tomorrow
It'll show, I am not the enemy

Made a beast of me, oh no
Tugged my heartstrings causing bleed
I lost my way to pleasure
But to drown is not for me

I'm a moron, I admit it
Still I stampede through their feelings
I'm a cold, cold hitter
Still the hand of God don't move me

Made a beast of me, oh no
Tugged my heartstrings causing bleed
I lost my way to pressure
But to drown is not for me

And I am defending my position
And love is the only religion
Maybe in the future
By tomorrow, you'll recall how I became the enemy

Made this all up
You losing sleep on me
Lost your way to pressure
I'm inventing everything

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