First couplet:
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Her ass is black mars, the hood covers her face
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My out is all black, call it a funeral muzzle
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I am from the generation of zombies, from those who get out from the bottom up
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Forever stoned and sleepy, and us ... everyone's watch,
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But I won't get out of the twilight, fuck me and then
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Every day the same picture in the dark as if YouTube was frozen
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Bill late to die young
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I don't see the light, I'm going where the guide
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Life is a cunning bitch, though sometimes kind,
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But it can suddenly hit in the Adam's apple
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Chorus:
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World has gone mad,
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But I'm too tough for him
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I don't intend to vegetate
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Money here is my phenazepam.
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Second couplet:
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This is a deep coma and we are inside someone's fantasies
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I feel at home in these catacombs
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Even though I'm going down here to climb cleanly
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Where are the hallucinations, where is the reality
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Everything mixed into a poisonous cocktail
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World to the brink fucked skull and bones
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Give it to me and go after the totem
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They have a lie detector on them, but they continue to pee shamelessly
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I would sob and pour tears all over here
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Just a pity dehydrated.
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What a hell of a healthy lifestyle, our life is a slow suicide
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Leave the initiative for me and do what the son of a bitch is told
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Chorus:
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World has gone mad,
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But I'm too tough for him
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I don't intend to vegetate
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Money here is my phenazepam.
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Third verse:
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Who entered the labyrinth of the minotaur,
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But the threads of Ariadne are not here
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I sleep with open eyes
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Folding deftly origami from the eyelids
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This is running around the ring, eternity is like a tsum
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Get out of the American Express wallet
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The poor are on trial, and they dance from bitches
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Here it is a proven process for years
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It's not a panacea, it's a placebo
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I have learned to control fear
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The soul is the color of oil, there are no antibodies to it
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He is me in his blood extract
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From extreme to extreme
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The satchel is either empty or full of loot,
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But we ourselves choose routes on the map
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So fuck it, don't be offended bro.
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Chorus:
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World has gone mad.
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But I'm too tough for him.
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I don't intend to vegetate.
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Money here is my phenazepam. |