Terminal Breakdown

Mob of sheep, quake the ground, blaring march, blaring march
A cloudy morning, in a slumber, rings the bells, ring the bells
School of fish, frothing spiral, blaring march, blaring march
Dive into madness, dive into madness, ring the bells, ring the bells

Who's design, who's design, whose master, whose master?
Sheets of flames! Quicker than hell!
Sheets of flames! Quicker than hell!
Who's design, who's design, whose master, whose master?
Sheets of flames! Quicker than hell!
Sheets of flames! Quicker than hell!

Get more nervous every day. Something is seriously wrong
Having a nervous breakdown. Fall into a terminal breakdown

In the morning head, morning head, in this cloudy morning sky
Having a nervous breakdown. Fall into a terminal breakdown

In the morning ritual, in the morning trade
Havin a nervous breakdown. Fall into a terminal breakdown

Wherever I go, there's a ball game, I'm getting sick of it.
Please listen up, listen up, I have nowhere to escape

Such a glaring morning. I feel like have nowhere to go.
Having a nervous breakdown. Fall into a terminal breakdown

Having a nervous breakdown. Fall into a terminal breakdown
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