| I walk through the red light on the worst tablet film
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| Far too high a dose, I lose perspective
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| A hoe dances at the pole, wants to lure the suitors
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| Tilidin, I feel the effect after just a few small drops
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| Completely deadened, I don't feel any emotions
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| A moment later the little one is lifeless
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| Where is this voice taking me?
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| I see blood sticking to my hands
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| I can't read what's written in blood on the walls
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| That wasn't myself, I'm walking on threads
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| Hear them plead and forgive
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| But the blade needs the throats
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| Where are the pills, Rohypnol just to stay calm
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| I see images of bodies tearing through them
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| I feel evil running through my veins
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| Infected, it was a ritual Satan called
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| Today the shadow lies over the perfect world
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| I remain anonymous and the manhunt will be dropped very soon
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| Red light — street prostitution
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| Blue light — district court
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| Drugs — I trade
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| Excess All Areas
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| Freezing Cold - Uncomfortable
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| Free time - take drugs
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| Nightlife — dead souls
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| Pale as chalk through the city, no motive, I'm on it
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| Mercedes-Benz-AMG and shadow warriors get out
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| Cone Gorilla, Krijo Stalka, drive-by shooting, bullet hail
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| Tonight with Herzog, thoroughbred hustler, because we like to hunt in packs
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| Jaded, ready for violence and irresponsible, we move through the city
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| through, it's not possible to test us
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| Assassination attempt on your mother, cable ties around your face
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| When I'm done with her, she'll wear a disability badge
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| I always have a tablet against screams of pain
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| ready to hand
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| I smoke weed and ash in the rosette
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| Because my plan is like a knife, it is pulled through with ice cold
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| Violence without fantasy is like nightlife without drugs
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| So I pump her full of dope and demand ransom
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| From her parents, they don't bring any money, which is why she falls into the fryer
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| Poor dead thing, in the body bag with her
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| But she will not decompose because a necrophile embalms her
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| Red light — street prostitution
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| Blue light — district court
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| Drugs — I trade
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| Excess All Areas
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| Freezing Cold - Uncomfortable
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| Free time - take drugs
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| Nightlife — dead souls
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| Excess All Areas
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| Red light — street prostitution
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| Blue light — district court
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| Drugs — I trade
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| Excess All Areas
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| Freezing Cold - Uncomfortable
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| Free time - take drugs
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| Nightlife — dead souls
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| Excess All Areas
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| Excessive drug intoxication, life hanging by a thread
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| I'm chasing a girl, wait first, then hit ice cold
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| Stunned that the bitch doesn't scream is a small miracle
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| My scalpel on her neck, urine running down her legs
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| Don't move, whore, I'll take her into the shadows
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| Blackout, if she wakes up, I'll do bad things to her
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| And in a few minutes she'll be wishing she was dead
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| She finds out: The whole room is wrapped in plastic foil
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| She is unable to move and cannot defend herself at all
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| I show mercy and spit on my cock before anal intercourse
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| Her eyes beg me as if there was still hope
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| But it's just her, me, and the big-toothed bonesaw here
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| And my look tells her that I can't be stopped
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| She lies in a mixture of piss, blood and vomit
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| White stuff in my nose, she won't breathe much longer
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| I hack her to pieces and I don't even know her damn name
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| Red light — street prostitution
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| Blue light — district court
|
| Drugs — I trade
|
| Excess All Areas
|
| Freezing Cold - Uncomfortable
|
| Free time - take drugs
|
| Nightlife — dead souls
|
| Excess All Areas
|
| Red light — street prostitution
|
| Blue light — district court
|
| Drugs — I trade
|
| Excess All Areas
|
| Freezing Cold - Uncomfortable
|
| Free time - take drugs
|
| Nightlife — dead souls
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| Excess All Areas |