| I wake up like I don't need it
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| I'm going to hell, because I'm stupidly not worthy of heaven
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| I would be glad, brother, but the damp earth is just waiting for me
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| I'm more of an enemy that plays right by the rules
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| Or so wrong?
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| I see you are a wounded guy
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| Scattered over time like portraits of Stalin
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| Outside the tribe has grown, now I'm growing an uprising for you
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| Punishment will overtake everyone as a heartfelt confession
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| I collect from the table
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| I collect from the table
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| I collect from the table
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| Stolen your dead souls
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| I look, two eyes in the mirror like a puzzle
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| Phase three, four and up to the fifth piece of meat
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| I even climbed the grid, I'll buy happiness, there was a maza
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| I partly pissed him off for fake diamonds,
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| But
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| I'm still looking for food
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| I'm still looking for food
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| I'm still looking for food
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| I need more
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| Stupidly hell give (come on), stupidly give it back (yeah), stupidly hell give it, stupidly give it back
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| Stupidly hell give (hey), stupidly give (come on) stupidly hell give (you), stupidly give (yes)
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| Stupid hell give, stupidly give (come on) stupid hell give (come on), stupidly give
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| Stupid hell give (hey), stupidly give (well), stupidly hell give (you), stupidly give
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| Am I counting money? |
| No, I count change
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| The fact that you don't know me, bitch, means nothing
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| I rest in the morning, at night, damn it, a laborer, how else?
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| I try for cash, I try for punches
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| And a tourniquet pulls on the neck, presses here, like an octopus
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| I'm all good, dear. |
| I'm drowning? |
| dick swam there
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| What do you say? |
| I'm at the bottom, damn it, I live
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| For everything is as before, you know, and your bunch of morons do not soar
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| My ego believes in me, it is bigger than the Mega Center
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| I ran out of leather, but now iron instead of a century
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| All day long, unemployed, I fall asleep at five
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| I quit cigs, I drink, I only spend time back
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| Stuffing my hand like a drunk tattoo artist
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| Like I'm writing letters to a bitch that stole all my pay
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| It's like the day is blowing the roof, and they carry me to the ward
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| As if I hear sounds somewhere and scrape the truth on the walls
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| I'm sick again in a new way, well, yes, I'm only sick with a syllable
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| I gave up all the roads, not knowing the pain, there will be no results,
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| But there will be so much bullshit
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| There must be lights in the eyes
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| They will believe in their fear,
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| And I only believe in letters and words
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| Stupidly hell give (come on), stupidly give it back (yeah), stupidly hell give it, stupidly give it back
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| Stupidly hell give (hey), stupidly give (come on) stupidly hell give (you), stupidly give (yes)
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| Feel like this
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| Like I shouldn't live?
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| But, I feel like this
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| Like you shouldn't live!
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| Feel like this
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| Like I want love?
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| But I feel like this
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| Like I want to kill her!
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| Feel like this
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| Like I shouldn't live?
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| But, I feel like this
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| Like you shouldn't live!
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| Feel like this
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| Like I want love?
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| But I feel like this
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| As if I want to kill her, fight! |