Cynical Autopsy - Date My Recovery

Fucking bastards, they don’t care about your soul.

The contract is signed, you’re just an easy gain.

Cynicism is driven by their worthless asses, and they forget that we’re people

at first.

Cold hands and perfectly sharpened knife — the key to success.

You’re just a gain!

Cold hands and perfectly sharpened knife — the key to success.

You’re just a gain!

I’ll get out of this place!

I promise you.

I’ll put an end to this anyway.

I’m gonna hide away my heart

Baby gotta push you away

It’s up to you if you stay

But I don’t think I can play

This cry again no more

No more

This cry again no more

No more

Anyway

Oh.

The pulse has stopped.

Cold bloody hands did their job, I thought it never

ends.

I planned to be a creator but I am a saver.

I take this strength where was a human life and make it something out of a

crazy cult and saves hundreds of lives.

Anyway

I’m gonna hide away my heart

Baby gotta push you away

It’s up to you if you stay

But I don’t think I can play

This cry again no more

No more

This cry again no more

Anyway

This cry again no more

No more

This cry again no more

Anyway