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letra de posthumous - indecisive analogies

inch a little closer to the whiplash heart
and swallow the antacid falling out of the sky
what is heaven in h-ll like for people like us?
these eyes are k!lling and stealing my sanity
the symphony of bribery and greed run through me
like a river where i do all my bleeding

inside out, i’m down and out
i’m falling down and out for the count
suffering a new life in the book of genesis
[chorus]
we’re all posthumous in our own minds
we’re all dead in the psyche of war
we fight to breathe everyday for what cause?
the cause and right to take man from man
we’re all posthumous in our own world
curling up silently before we strike this land
littering it with the bodies of useless men
so what does that tell you? what does it tell you?

a regular war babbling homicidal pretenses
and the acoustics in the room turn sour too quick
we have no future in battle, in heaven
the valley of death burns our feet like the fire pit
i wish i could be the one to stop this madness
and burn the thoughts that we will one day die
and looks like we’re all on our own
turns out to be a god eat god world

[chorus]
we’re all posthumous in our own minds
we’re all dead in the psyche of war
we fight to breathe everyday for what cause?
the cause and right to take man from man

sometimes you feel disgusted with yourself
sometimes you feel embarrassed with yourself
it’s all in the mind, the intercourse of life
don’t feel like you’re alone, it’s all temporary
till we contaminate the grass with our corpses
and we fall for what cause? our safety we’re not secured to?
[chorus]
we’re all posthumous in our own minds
we’re all dead in the psyche of war
we fight to breathe everyday for what cause?
the cause and right to take man from man
we’re all posthumous in our own world
curling up silently before we strike this land
littering it with the bodies of useless men
so what does that tell you? what does it tell you?

[chorus 2]
we’re all posthumous in our own minds
the graves laying in the dark is our intercourse
our feelings to punish the trees and bleed the beast
the right to take man away from woman and man
we’re all posthumous in this decked-out world
the silence eats away at our conscience
so should we sit here and wait for a miracle
or should we risk safety for uncertain safety anyways?

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