Tragedy inside
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And outside the ulcers
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Alien fingers will play on them.
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Scorched by fire.
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It's so nice to be a victim.
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You build drama.
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True thrill -
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Carry yourself to the bastards For dinner and lunch.
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My pain threshold
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Remind me that I'm alive
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And from the threshold of a knife and under the ribs, for what?
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You feel like
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ship captain,
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But there is no steering wheel here.
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He owns you.
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I don't wear a cross
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I carry an anchor.
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I throw into the water
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To stop this madness.
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We are not friends with the roof
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We don't need a house.
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I don't wear a cross
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I carry an anchor.
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I throw into the water
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To stop this madness.
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We are not friends with the roof, we do not need a house.
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On my ship every day
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Like the last one.
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What happened to you,
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What's without you.
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panic attack syndrome
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Like a storm.
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He is ready every day
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Kill me.
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For what?
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I will rot with you
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On the most damned planet.
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Eternal fascism,
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And ships in my windows.
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I was here on a mission
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But landed dropping
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Your anchor down
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And he's rotten
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From your dirty land.
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A bunch of apartments
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I'm here alone
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I'm not trying to get out.
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And as if in a planetarium,
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Flood our aquarium
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Brothers of the flooded empire.
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The empire is sunk.
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For a century, like ships
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Those are not outside the windows,
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And shadows out with me
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In my closet
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In my back room.
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Yes, I reconciled and got used to
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That everything around is just material
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For my books.
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I gave them life.
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This is my world.
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I am the commander.
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And everything outside of these verses,
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That absolutely does not play a role.
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And only what I write about is not dead.
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Remember. |
life is war
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There is a person
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There is material.
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There is a shell
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There is a soul.
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It's up to you to wear a suit
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Kill the dream, and with it yourself.
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Or forward on the ships.
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Take the helm
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Where
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The sea, the oceans, even the stars.
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All you want,
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And yours.
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We need to fight, not rot.
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And to live, you need to burn.
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Need to write.
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You have to love and hate.
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And then even the sky is not the limit for us.
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And you know what?
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I wasn't afraid of loneliness
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I've had enough
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Midi, whitefish, beer bottles,
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And a couple of books
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To hang and fly on your hippogriffs.
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I don't wear a cross
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I carry an anchor.
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I throw into the water
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To stop this madness.
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We are not friends with the roof, we do not need a house.
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Scream that you are free
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Unstoppable
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But I know
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Zero pulse.
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Blocks the air heavy anchor.
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There are many places in the world
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One problem,
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There was no place in your head.
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Don't sail away with a load
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Just drown. |