Don't call for help, everyone in trouble is lonely here
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In the womb you are the hall, just like in Pinocchio's whale
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Front only lanes only corridors
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Behind - mountains, whores, thieves, darkness, terror and manticores
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Know this city is seductive, insatiable
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We are not residents here - visitors
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Harpies like Mata Hari fluttered
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You coveted your ass and hari, the creatures ate with giblets
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Sticking into the throat, the traders will start a dialogue here
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Idiots look at the stars - "show the route!"
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But the sky is in a bodybag of smog, floors of corpses
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The press squeezes the jaw diligently, they eat all the cars
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On the dog's torn belly there is a trace from studded tires
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Go chained, who gave birth to such defective ones?
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From head to toe you are packed, equipped
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And now you are ready on the grocery shelves
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THIS CITY
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Everything seems to be in vain
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CITY
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We are ugly dolls
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CITY
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Graze climb from hatches
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CITY ROT
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GORODEBET
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THIS CITY FUCK
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And nobody will be forgotten
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(Verse 2)
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I do not believe in YOUR infantilism -
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This is an imitation of the disease, a fake COUGH
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Give me an honest drama here, not the burial of grandmothers -
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Everything will be just a mass of a mixture of pate with gouache
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She was you before
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This smoke around pinches between the fingers
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Oxidizing everything around
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As from chemical reactions
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Splashes of words from the lips with poison
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Blooming garden city
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And attracts insects
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Throw in Viagra, take a whore to the theater
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Leisure bird in a cage - live your life striped
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Let it be true in the streets, but explain to the mother cat:
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Why did her son suddenly smell like mice?
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The walls are crushing to mince here
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Cannibal houses are dancing
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The city is a fidget maniac
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Street - scene in the wind
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Do you want to be saved, but there is nowhere
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There are only angels of death
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The mass flows to the center
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Where you have already been eaten
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THIS CITY
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Everything seems to be in vain
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CITY
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We are ugly dolls
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CITY
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Graze climb from hatches
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CITY ROT
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GORODEBET
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THIS CITY FUCK
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And nobody will be forgotten
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(Athenian)
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Give me deception - a refuge from suffering
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We close our eyes, and thoughts are all about the fire
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We suffocate with burning, the flame reigns
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Why don't these effigies burn out at all?
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(Arkady)
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I won't be able to close my eyes, because there is darkness in my dreams
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I don’t distinguish where the photo is from the wedding, and where is snuff porn
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In the heads of devastation, we are two spirits of rusty kitchens
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I fucked my fate, because that fortune is a slut
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THIS CITY
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Everything seems to be in vain
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CITY
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We are ugly dolls
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CITY
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Graze climb from hatches
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CITY ROT
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GORODEBET
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THIS CITY FUCK
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And nobody will be forgotten |