I have nothing left to prove No demonstrations, no explanations There was never any intention for me to convince you Its just another case of you With your formless sense of importance Youre breathing fire And your words are burning in hell This rebellion is marching to its disarray It talks in circles And its words are burning in hell You are every inch of neutral So avert your senses from my dedication Wash my skin down to my stubborn and proud skeleton hands Yeah Its just another case of you With your formless sense of importance Youre breathing fire And your words are burning in hell This rebellion is marching to its disarray It talks in circles And its words are burning in hell Youre not getting under my skin! Yeah, youre not getting under my skin! Youre not getting under my skin! Youre not getting under my skin! Youre not getting under my skin! Youre not getting under my skin, under my skin!
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