Every day is more empty than before
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Every day is more shit than before
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It's okay, my body is intoxicated by the smoke
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Dimper than dark, thoughts narcosis
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Puzzle, bad-trip, bad-trip
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Electricity is cut off in the rooms of the mind
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Accompanied by a lighter one finger away from my mouth
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I'm enchanted with every breath, my soul is a disembodied wanderer
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Travel, travel, wandered the skies, my brain
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The only gift of all this suffering is my pleasure
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The meaning of my life always changes in my eyes
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The past is in front of me, continue tomorrow, hey days gone
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The days I didn't say are the days of separation, revenge, pain
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Passion, love, shitty deaths, my pen sends my word to the army
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Make an effort, but don't find a break with money
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Or, make a reel and throw it away from the core of the gray city.
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Olds apologies, youth assimilates your fast life
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My blood writes words slowly to my stomach (Ah)
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My eyelids are getting heavy (Ya, my eyelids)
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(Eyes get heavy, get heavy, heavy, heavy
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There are voices, fumes everywhere
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And the mysterious, mysterious
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The foggy future is mysterious
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Eyes get heavy, get heavy, heavy, heavy
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There are voices, fumes everywhere
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And the mysterious, mysterious
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Misty streets e-e-mysterious)
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Basar stress, anxiety, anxiety
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The grumpy baby who wakes up from nightmares with delusion
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Light a cigarette, break from the effect of gravity once
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Oxygen-gen as if you needed less
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Your generation is about to go crazy with either wealth or intelligence (Rah)
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It destroys itself at a young age my generation why dozen dozen? |
(Rah)
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I get upset, my beautiful youth, my youth becomes a mold, offended by the order (Rah)
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People who don't understand just say to us: "Don't be sad, don't be sad."
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I'm excluded from society, I'm different from it
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Maybe that's why I'm constantly envied by those who can't differentiate
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What is it to me if they are friends of their ambitions? |
I've never climbed from it!
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While they're in their shelters, I'm glad to get wet in the rain
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Am I crazy or crazy, what am I?
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It's not clear but I'm sure it's still
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I'm a passenger so to speak, this shit is tired
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What does the brain describe with vision?
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I don't know, the future will turn into an enemy here (Ah)
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Then I say: "Stop all the time." |
(Oh, stop all the time)
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(Eyes get heavy, get heavy, heavy, heavy
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There are voices, fumes everywhere
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And the mysterious, mysterious
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The foggy future is mysterious
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Eyes get heavy, get heavy, heavy, heavy
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There are voices, fumes everywhere
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And the mysterious, mysterious
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Misty streets e-e-mysterious) |