| Look how it is today
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| They roll into a bright future
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| Riding exercise bikes
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| And when they get into hell, they get burned, they change the vector
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| And death notes are handed over for verification
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| Only the meaning is buried, and a cross is put on top
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| All that is, pedal monotonously
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| So get out and be faster than the second hand
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| Don't smudge on the wall
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| People go to the goal like letters, and they get into envelopes in carriages
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| Rejecting the life of another flatly
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| What dough are you from, it doesn't matter from whose bakery
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| We are just scrolling frames
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| Those who changed their Gerda for Barbie without question
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| Because here the demand is not for your subtext
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| And we do not choose a difficult path just because the batteries are discharged, immobilized
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| Probably darkness awaits us on all these fronts if we survive,
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| And we do not choose a difficult path just because the batteries are discharged, rendered harmless
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| Filled stomachs in remotes and became unnaturally rabid
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| There are roses on your table
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| Cuts on the wrists
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| Arrows won't move back
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| Canceling the contours on the asphalt
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| And roll into arrests
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| crystals inside
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| In the world you are garbage
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| Something pushes you to the same loop
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| This club of fuckers
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| It's not hard to be a voodoo doll
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| Queues at the turnstile smell bad
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| You wrote yourself a clean copy - this is a new life,
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| But he is dust and in an urn
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| We are just a bundle of energy
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| We were created drunk to death
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| So that one of us could get through,
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| And someone get confused
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| You will be squandered like a film, after half a century they will repaint
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| Under the songs of Deep Purple looked at reality and the conclusion was cool to be dead
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| In an empty new building in a tiny kitchen, a giant grater cardboard walls
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| spread the cry of a child
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| So time by the tail gently pulls you
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| And we do not choose a difficult path just because the batteries are discharged, immobilized
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| Probably darkness awaits us on all these fronts if we survive,
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| And we do not choose a difficult path just because the batteries are discharged, rendered harmless
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| Filled stomachs in remotes and became unnaturally rabid
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| I remember that day with you I almost went crazy
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| Mixing cannabis with mushrooms
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| And what now, since then, we have been squandering life
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| Now we are sick of poetry
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| Standing at the edge, you want to live like you should
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| Stable and practical
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| But it is unlikely that another will be able to love me
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| So strong and taxic
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| You loved to say that I am a grief author
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| Not one EP, just booze and weed
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| I'm not young Shakespeare, I'm not Hugo, I'm not Kafka
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| I'm wrong, so shut your mouth bitch don't bark
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| I was like everyone else in a hurry at the beginning
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| I cleaned the snow and did not sleep at night,
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| But I will rather choose to rot in the barracks again
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| Than your love for me and live in marriage
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| To forgive your pity
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| Not understanding all the vulgarity
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| Knowing that you fucked him
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| My house is Lord
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| I have no pity left for her
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| I would beat her to death
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| To go crazy in old age
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| From remorse...
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| And we do not choose a difficult path just because the batteries are discharged, immobilized
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| Probably darkness awaits us on all these fronts if we survive,
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| And we do not choose a difficult path just because the batteries are discharged, rendered harmless
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| Filled stomachs in remotes and became unnaturally rabid |