| Drowning myself in a magma of pain, I do not raise my head
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| The burning lava is caressing my skin
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| Suffering — of my whole existence
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| And now I am just opening my eyes, only thanks to drunkenness
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| And now I am watching the rising stars
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| Artificial Paradise
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| For manufactured life, an illusion of happiness
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| Until the burnout I walk like a robot
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| Just give me the strength to resist, to mask — my unworthiness
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| And I am drinking my fuel to survive
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| Now I am raising my fist to the sky
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| But I’m too dirty to remain a man
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| DISORDER, DISORDER, OBEY MIND MECHANICS
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| I feel locked into a stinking n' oppressive boil
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| That makes me obey, and forces me to sleep
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| Kneeling down, emptying this bottle, breaking my veins
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| Crumbling down, I’m losing these battle and destroying my brain
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| And I’m perspiring my blood like a slave
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| Now I am raising my stub to the sky
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| But I’m too filthy to remain a man
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| DISORDER, DISORDER, OBEY MIND MECHANICS |