Ice infinity all around
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And your thoughts are walled up in concrete
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Instead of hope, a crippled corpse
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The kinder the life, the more severe the result
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And it can't be eradicated, can't be fixed
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This is what society deserves
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Here happiness is a low limit in places
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But I don’t want to lay my head in the mouth of the regime
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Your well-fed protests do not frighten
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You don't know what it's like to be hungry
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On conscious responsibility is another
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But, alas, everyone here is stupid without exception
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They all think I'm crazy
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For them my words are white noise
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But I'm not here to crucify them.
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Although, do you think I won’t dare to break their heads?
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If everything was so easy
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But the roots are thoroughly put down
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You are the middle peasant: not cattle, not Posner
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And only the legs are the property of the walking
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I don’t need to sell it, it’s about conscience
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You didn't have it when you were born
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And the point is not that you are stupidly in a quarrel with the sky
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How to stay yourself, all the frames are blindly passing?
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Scars, like a souvenir from the other world
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Waiting on fate is not worth concessions
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And your song has long been sung
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You can’t take it with you, no matter how much you make
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You can't feel the pulse of your truth
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A lie without self-criticism fattens
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But I hope, albeit for a miracle
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See the change finally live
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From a height down, like a stone
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Your route has been corrected.
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Boundless emptiness
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And you're like in a vice in it
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From a height down, like a stone
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Your route has been corrected.
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Boundless emptiness
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And you're like in a vice in it
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From a height down, like a stone
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Your route has been corrected.
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Boundless emptiness
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And you're like in a vice in it
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From a height down, like a stone
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Your route has been corrected.
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Boundless emptiness
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And you're like in a vice in it
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I see no reason to be silent
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But even to stupidly fuck - I don’t see
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Not that Kolchak screams inside
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But it's not idleness that drives me
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A dull herd will be curbed only by strength
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How much do you stuff knowledge into their ass
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Fate gnaws at them like a tired dog
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But they didn't get any smarter.
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They have duplicity on the pedestal
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It will replace their mind
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It's so hard to see the difference
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When you became a deranged bitch
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It doesn't hurt when you're a lamp slave
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Even then, Grundik predicted everything
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No matter how much you write shit about blunts
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One day it will be ashamed to look people in the eye
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I don't want to meet your standards
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And I do not care about all the consequences that threaten
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What should have been a gift has become a disaster
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For all these helpless, under pressure
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This shuttle is doomed to fall
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The failure of this mission is obvious
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And the white color turned out to be black in fact
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But you did it all yourself sincerely
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Tomorrow will be the last day for many
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After all, tickets to heaven are not affordable for everyone here.
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But everyone can afford posthumous vlogs here
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But it's too early to let me out
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You can't feel the pulse of your truth
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A lie without self-criticism fattens
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But I hope, albeit for a miracle
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See the change finally live
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From a height down, like a stone
|
Your route has been corrected.
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Boundless emptiness
|
And you're like in a vice in it
|
From a height down, like a stone
|
Your route has been corrected.
|
Boundless emptiness
|
And you're like in a vice in it
|
From a height down, like a stone
|
Your route has been corrected.
|
Boundless emptiness
|
And you're like in a vice in it
|
From a height down, like a stone
|
Your route has been corrected.
|
Boundless emptiness
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And you're like in a vice in it |