You will have to sit on the cross
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While you're walking around drunk
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Until you get bored
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Make the body flawed
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They will just drag you down
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In between things will wither
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Like rotten flowers
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With the smell of bile of volcanoes
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Jump into the muzzle
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And consider yourself a victim
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You are a little miserable
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But worms still love you
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Your fear is a child
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My stuff is healing
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Come for my soul
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Fuck all your nerves, okay
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They go over the heads
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I walk through the boxes
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Wars for a piece of essence,
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But they will divide in half
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There is a farce in my soul
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There is a cockroach in my brain
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There are a couple of grams in my nose
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A couple of dramas in my heart
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Repeating dirty tricks doesn't make you worse
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Put on your ears and take me to dinner
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Something in my soul is choking me, and in my soul my brain is pushing
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Furs of dead escorts and meat of tolerant carcasses
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I will not dig myself deeper than two meters
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In this graveyard of garbage again I will be the first
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Undertaker does not see corpses, we are alive, probably
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It seems that I managed to pierce my nerves with my claws
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Jump into the muzzle
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And consider yourself a victim
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You are a little miserable
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But worms still love you
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Oh, have my demand, stop catching an overdose
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You are the big boss, you do not solve the issue
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Maybe I'll solve you, but it's not for me to decide
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I just want to leave this captivity
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I want to leave this captivity
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I want to leave this captivity
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I want to leave this captivity
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I want to leave this captivity |