There's no kickbacks from broken hearts
I felt withered, drained, discontent
No peace, no rest inside me
I cut the ties between right and wrong
Kicked in the teeth - we've been led astray
Dead to the world
Stabbed in the back - we've been led astray
Dead to the world
I cut the ties between
There's a sense of preservation
When the years have seen you through and through,
You keep pushing, and pushing
till you're dead to the world

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