| 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?
|
| When will you find rats in your circle of friends?
|
| And from above someone will say
|
| Bitch please!
|
| The world will not be kinder to you
|
| Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
|
| Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
|
| Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
|
| 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?
|
| When will you find rats in your circle of friends?
|
| And from above someone will say
|
| Bitch please!
|
| The world will not be kinder to you
|
| Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
|
| Die, kill, die, kill, die, kill
|
| Beach, the world will not be kinder to you
|
| 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 |