Fit For An Autopsy - Conditional Healing lyrics

Tell me How to Make the Room stop spinning and spinning, and (Spinning and spinning, and) Bridge burner, thought machine Car crashing fantasy Burnout (A blaze of glory) No one repents if they're living a dream Force fed false peace Crawl into the cage Slow pace through sewer grates Constricted veins of snakes Conditional healing, you fu*king fakes I want their heads on a fu*king stake Systematic heaven dispenser Automated addict rejector Sharpenеd syringe, orgasm injector Tools of the tradе Thirty milligrams of violence Between Sun and Moon, there is silence The alarm clock rings Shivering and you're left with nothing Heal Me With What kills me Heal Me With What kills me Tell me How to Make the Room stop spinning and spinning, and (Spinning and spinning, and) Shamans breed slavery Chained to the gurney Overdosed (A blaze of glory) Licking the wound of dependency When it has you It has you for eternity Systematic heaven dispenser Automated addict rejector Sharpened syringe, orgasm injector Tools of the trade Thirty milligrams of violence Stand for a moment of silence Eighty-one thousand times the light died How many more mothers have to bury their sons? You sick motherfu*ker All for what? A seat at the table in Hell All for what, motherfu*ker? A seat at the table in Hell Heal Me With What kills me Heal Me With What kills me Tell me How to Make the Room stop spinning and spinning, and Spinning and spinning, and