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Soilwork The Panic Broadcast

Here I am, the prodigal son The self proclaimed deprived Spending hours of fighting the peace When I should lay it on the line It makes it hard, I won

Consider me dead if that's what you want Gather around me, the day has come Straight through the threshold, the morning calls Wasn't meant to be there

Choking on nothing Hands turning cold The deeper the mind goes The deeper the hole I'm reaching a point where No one else goes My fate seems to be split

It's is just the way it starts the way it feels The mission will trying to find the need What makes to another for the way it goes The facts to a making

Watch me now Gave in for the moment A lifetime of thrills Paid up to deserve it Made up with my pills Now will you ever learn And make it all just turn

Here I am, the prodigal son The self proclaimed deprived Spending hours of fighting the peace When I should lay it on the line It makes it hard, I won

Consider me dead if that's what you want Gather around me, the day has come... Straight through the threshold, the morning calls Wasn't meant to be

Choking on nothing Hands turning cold The deeper the mind goes The deeper the hole I'm reaching a point where No one else goes My fate seems to be split

[deluxe edition bonus track] I can feel how it's calling me I can feel how it hurts Like the words to a silent sleep As the beating gets worse... I