| I am a parasitologist for my own soul,
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| In the struggle with myself, I fell down because of the graters.
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| And I did not turn from an actor into myself,
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| After all, I will twist my soul and they will mercilessly eat it.
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| Biorhythms f*ck me, I spend the night with sheets.
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| My thoughts do not sleep, they spam themselves in places.
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| Someone carelessly eats the brain of the head in pieces,
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| I am a gross mass, among the masses of feces.
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| The devil climbed inside, bitch, the soul of sins, the abode,
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| But the man in me has not died, he is still hanging on a thread.
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| The cross is here, the wick is drooping, explain
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| Why more and more often I am not an accomplice, but only a spectator?!
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| A year on repeat drove all the alcohol into the liver everywhere,
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| Climbed into the world of forever blue color with drunken speech,
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| He destroyed the hemispheres of the brain slowly,
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| Half a step, I am a sinful soul from the abyss.
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| Chorus:
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| My lights go out again.
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| I made a promise to myself to change myself,
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| But again the poison walks inside, as faith is weak -
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| I turned myself into a slave!
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| I disdain myself - call "Outcast!"
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| Freezing, stagnation, zero progress, kneading with me.
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| I will not succumb to poison, the temptation is all out of sight.
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| It doesn't hurt me to fall - my brain shook.
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| I remember about seven years ago in the padik of the gathering of the "blue"
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| And I'm in a hell of a gym - not in the same boat with them.
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| I despised - I won’t, I’m like this miserable rabble!
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| Seventeenth Winter. |
| The athlete died in the end!
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| Who here now divides me in half?
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| The brain is all eaten up and consciousness is crumpled.
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| He captured the world of my thinking,
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| Still in my body, but not me...
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| Needs serotonin, not alcohol alone
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| He began to get a glass, he gave birth to such himself.
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| I no longer have the strength to fight, but I stand to the end,
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| I don't want to ruin my life at 22!
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| Chorus:
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| My lights go out again.
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| I made a promise to myself to change myself,
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| But again the poison walks inside, as faith is weak -
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| I turned myself into a slave!
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| My lights go out again.
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| I made a promise to myself to change myself,
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| But again the poison walks inside, as faith is weak -
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| I turned myself into a slave! |