What will you do when the masks fall off their faces?
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When will you find rats in your circle of friends?
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And from above someone will say
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Bitch please!
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The world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill
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Ice in the heart, empty head
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Only the night touched the lips
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I go for a walk to my favorite places
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streets of loneliness
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There is a hole in me, but my conscience is clear
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The planet is on fire, so everyone is fucked
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To the moon through hell, won't go back
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Close your eyes, count to a hundred
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My faith is dead
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The essence of the world is darkness
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I set fire to the bigga bong
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And I'm burning down
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Baby I think I'm slowly losing my mind
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But I will answer “Everything is high”, no matter how things are
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I don't see people, only their bodies
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Hear my own scream from someone else's mouth
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The planet is sick, shit falls
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Enough with me, okay!
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It's Wednesday hell
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But, campaign, rot and carrion is holy, okay!
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Swaddle style in leather backwoods
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I'll plant a pack in myself, I'll become nobody again
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Dam!
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Again your god is deaf, dumb!
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New League of Legends
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Glam!
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We dance on the music of the corpse
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The dawn will not come, and you are at a dead end
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Beach!
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What will you do when the masks fall off their faces?
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When will you find rats in your circle of friends?
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And from above someone will say
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Bitch please!
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The world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill
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I killed, I died
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Before the eyes of those burning in the hall
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killed, died
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Myself with my own hands
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killed, died
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In the morning I go from the beginning
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killed, died
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It doesn't matter, the universe
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There are no answers to the lonely, understanding
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Now there are three of us in this boat: Killa, me and micro
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Reconfigured settings that pulled to the bottom
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You are like kittens from the womb, I will be their bucket
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Like a store mayhem
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They have cameras all over the place.
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Supper at the table
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Ethereal spirit from Solitude
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pouring eau de cologne
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My throat burns fiercely
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I canceled my syndrome
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Just give me a couple more days, bitch
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What will you do when the masks fall off their faces?
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When will you find rats in your circle of friends?
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And from above someone will say
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Bitch please!
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The world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
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Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
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Die, kill, die, kill |