| Flashback
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| The world is dead, you are in it
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| Slave, weak, nice
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| screaming late
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| Flashback
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| The world is dead again
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| You are a guest, rot, flesh
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| Fell yourself like at your own home
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| Flashback
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| Flashback
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| Dead world, dead world, dead world, dead world
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| Dead world, dead world, dead world, dead world
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| Flashback
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| Flashback
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| Dead world, dead world, dead world, dead world
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| Dead world, dead world, dead world, dead world
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| If there is no world, then you do not exist
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| Blackness is like new light
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| Corpse worm like a bird of peace
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| Like the life of anyone, thoughts are interrupted—
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| I see corpses here and there
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| The snakes crawl on the heels
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| To not see them fucked
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| I'll wear white cellophane
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| Fuck the family, fuck the world
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| Tell me, who is your idol?
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| I'm flying on a rocket
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| Right past their graves
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| I don't understand
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| I'm stubborn, that's a fact
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| Eraser head in monochrome
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| A joint melts in the mouth
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| I keep my eyes closed
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| Take your last breath
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| I'm lost, fly away
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| On the body a couple of attempts
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| I don't mind being alive
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| But it's easier for me to be killed
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| I'm skinny but flow plump
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| Pale, under all kinds
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| Drogasov, anger is accumulating
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| Their mixture flows in the veins
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| I fuck with these demons
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| It's easier to call them complexes
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| Flashback
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| Flashback
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| Flashback
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| Flashback
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| Flash— |