Blank cartridge cocked
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Is my flow running out
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Or zero words
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How can I describe white noise in a notebook?
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My brain is barren, don't be afraid
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Although not suitable for compost
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We walk like bones without flesh
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Breastfed I'm flat
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Like mercury these tears
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"Be humble and serious"
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Throw me boards and nails
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Crosses and Japanese cartoon
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Bars on the windows, and through them
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Rays are pouring from slippery stars
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Throw out everything we accumulate
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Again so that I can be in search
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I opened myself - how do you like it?
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When the applause flurry?
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Break into the hall, are you ready?
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The rhyme is a breakthrough, the beat was torn...
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But somehow faded away
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Suffocated from carbon monoxide
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I would look at the sky, but I was blind -
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All covered in ashes
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Everything is on fire - I shrug my shoulders
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An overdose of tears and sadness
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The world is my cake, houses, and people
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Will be candles on it for me
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It's time for the cockroaches in my head to pay rent
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I took a pencil, these hundreds of lines, these tons of groans are dividends
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Karma gave me a light - I'll put out a cigarette butt on it
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Mirror labyrinth smashed with a gloomy fuck
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God mode, call me a cheater
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I tormented demons - we are our own inquisitors
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Didn't count, publican, not a favorite of algorithms
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Even Lady Luck considers me a fag
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Appetites are forgotten, we are already up to our throats
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And you are raising a bandit? |
Or a submissive son?
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And we were brought up with a bat, a boot
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Like cattle are slaughtered
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If we do not want to be retinue
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Exhausts of this resentment -
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Take dynamite to a rally
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Fuck who you are, spectator, whiner
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I am the product that you breed
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I am without feelings, I am a paralytic
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(Athenian)
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I see you through the fence
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You fall out
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This world is not sweet at all
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Cyberpunk without Asians
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I project myself into the future
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Approx curves
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Your outcomes
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There I remain alone
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Or I spit into a handkerchief
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blood clots
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Only the game matters
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And it already has experience
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At the graves of relatives
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There's a fire inside
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How to become a dragon?
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Only I will give a light
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Have a smoke on the balcony
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Chance guides me
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To a place on the map —
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My new home
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In the middle of the formicarium
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I don't look like myself
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View from morning forever
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Twenty five?!
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Middle age crisis
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It wasn't just everything
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All mills are complexes,
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But I crumpled here
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In a gray room
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Ways ahead
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By crazy compass
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I'm hacked, skeptic ballasts inside me
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The danger of exploding is tempting even
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I became a master by the nose, otherwise
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Fish Thursday will turn into dog
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Looking for me inside the dark realm
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The glare of the lantern is brighter than Easter
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Who am I? |
Ghoul? |
Or am I lost?
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The smoke from the fires is my accomplice
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Why is it embarrassing to look up?
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What series? |
Rainy seasons!
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Apperception only, no new ideas
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Diogenes passed by with fire
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From rise to fall we played hide and seek
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We found the answer to the riddles in the landfill
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Self-digging is vile for no reason -
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Here you will not find any treasure or gold |