It's time to break loose, nothing warms us
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We are the worms of grottoes and cold prairies
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Our eyes are covered with bacteria
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There is a stench in our bodies, arterial humus
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As if we are from the chain and in the space of matter
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Until the turning point, they huddled under the thickness of stone and dust
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Inferno children in a chaotic model
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They will continue to drink and tear their skin here, as in an unrestrained slam
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We are definitely not like everyone else
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Just not like everyone else
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Asbestos settles on the face,
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And under it are not views, but a shot
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You would be blind, but you are not here
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And you are a mediocre adept
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As if in a dream
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As if in your own world, like in a game
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Like in a little fucking circus
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Where are all the passages on the tag
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By coupons run to the gate
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And back to the piggy bank
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So judge us, damn it, for our deeds
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We will trample your paths
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We will sharpen our every hook
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Yes, so that we fill your graves, yeah
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Let them not understand my words your gang
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Mike will still be in hand
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With whom to butt heads for extra bread
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If there are only bags under the eyes?
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Stop me not to go
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Henceforth blindly people in the darkness, like a train
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So rebellious along the silence
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In order to pierce your helmet with the truth-womb
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Above us are scatterings of neon rockets
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They tore the sky sheet in one moment
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I stand by your music, lookbook and mohawk
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I'm just down because I'm not like everyone else
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Above us are scatterings of neon rockets
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They tore the sky sheet in one moment
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I stand by your music, lookbook and mohawk
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I'm just down because I'm not like everyone else
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Check (check-check-check), mike (mike-mike-mike), rec (rec-rec-rec)
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They lock you up in the studio like in a crypt (okay)
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Rap (rap rap rap), rap (rap rap rap), rap (rap rap rap)
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Only hard rap will save me
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Covers with white snow, like a speck
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Black fin on the horizon
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It's my fucked up gang
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I would not open up like an abscess
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All this fucking weekday
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Like a drunk dad that no offense
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Brings some bullshit
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Punch trying to give me a low kick
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Graphite will stain us a little at night
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I'll freeze a piece for fit
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I'm that fucking neighbor
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What offbeat clearly wets into the wall
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There's a creepy type there
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He guards the stops, but don't drive
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We smoke like carbide
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I want to be like everyone else, I'm just like everyone else
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Fucked-up neighbor made of concrete cans
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And on the day when we meet you face to face
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And I will press reset, becoming the same as everyone else
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I want to be like everyone else, I'm just like everyone else
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Your fucked up concrete canned neighbor
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The day we meet you face to face
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I will press reset, becoming the same as everyone else
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Becoming the same as everyone else
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Becoming the same as everyone else
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Becoming the same as everyone else
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Everything, everything, everything
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Above us are scatterings of neon rockets
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They tore the sky sheet in one moment
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I stand by your music, lookbook and mohawk
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I'm just down because I'm not like everyone else
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Above us are scatterings of neon rockets
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They tore the sky sheet in one moment
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I stand by your music, lookbook and mohawk
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I'm just down because I'm not like everyone else |