Implosion 77

Psycho central’s where I live
Some dark place where I bleed
Some go slowly, some die fast
Exorcism rest in peace
Implosion 77 — Implosion
Psycho central’s in your head
Some are dying, some are dead
Fight my terror, my own judge
Coming out of the analogue
Bleeding hearts that show no bone
Now I have a heart of stone
Some are dumb and some are smart
Put aside my bleeding heart
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