We are in the middle of the triangle
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They created dreams by showing wonders
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Then destroy your dreams and make you fall
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This is how the system gets stronger
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Destroyed hopes are born at twenty, murderer
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He has a gun and angry eyes
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Nothing matters because the dollar is time
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Now gunpowder has become fire in the hive
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Then escapades, voices in your ear
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Your body accelerates, nourishes adrenaline
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The body walks away without thinking about anything.
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He doesn't regret that move at that moment
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Your sleep is interrupted by nightmares
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Your feelings change, not like the moment
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It comes to your mind, the brain wants to forget
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This is your first murder, the system applied it to you
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I became a murderer today
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There was no room in my magazine, I put the bullets in my pocket
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Look, I've been a murderer
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My hopes, dreams and my whole life ended with one hit
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I became a murderer today
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There was no room in my magazine, I put the bullets in my pocket
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Look, I've been a murderer
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My hopes, dreams and my whole life ended with one hit
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His lifeless body and the expression on his face
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Scratches your brain, gets up at night and vomits
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You can get through it if your will is strong
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Then, too, for fear of being caught
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You face it, this job never leaves you
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Trauma still remembered years later
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Everything stays in your memory
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Finally, there is someone who lost his strength and shot himself.
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Or by getting a habit
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He tied his bloody hand to the serial now
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Accepted on its own
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He turns into a psychopath and
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You look into his eyes, he is a different person now
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are you happy now system
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It creates and follows killers to us psychopathically
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You left us disgusting skunks
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Do not think that we poets hide what is going on.
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I became a murderer today
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There was no room in my magazine, I put the bullets in my pocket
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Look, I've been a murderer
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My hopes, dreams and my whole life ended with one hit
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I became a murderer today
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There was no room in my magazine, I put the bullets in my pocket
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Look, I've been a murderer
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My hopes, dreams and my whole life ended with one hit
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I became a murderer today
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There was no room in my magazine, I put the bullets in my pocket
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Look, I've been a murderer
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My hopes, dreams and my whole life ended with one hit
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I became a murderer today
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There was no room in my magazine, I put the bullets in my pocket
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Look, I've been a murderer
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My hopes, dreams and my whole life ended with one hit |