Violent Stimuli Letra

A loss in translation?
Or is there more to it?

Cause I swear to god
I'm always fucking fighting this

Toxin laced fate
It's in the DNA

Within every strain

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul
(The fucking burn on the soul)

I desist to substantiate
Your delusional reasoning
Look me in the eyes
So I know you're fucking listening
Pull apart the framework
Have a deep look within
The bullshit contorts
With every fucking spin


Fuck this

(Violent stimuli)

Yeah
No more head
Buried in the sand
A grip of self preservation
Like a weapon in the hand

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul

Forced my hand
And it's taking its toll
The sense of losing control
The fucking burn on the soul

Look at what you've made me do
You didn't shut your rat mouth
Now I gotta fucking poison you