| Alienation at the bottom
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| World in fire
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| I'm like a shadow
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| But these stars are burning for me
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| I haven't seen the light for a long time
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| And I'm not sure if that disc will ever shine again
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| Hawks are proud birds
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| kites await my death
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| Raven will not give you a reason to think that you can rise a little higher than him
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| The donor will not give you blood
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| After all, you are not ready to answer for the words
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| Raven won't let you go
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| I don't want to be on knives with my back
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| What is that tone, huh?
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| You look anger in the eyes
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| I despise the whole world
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| Squeezing a glass in your fingers
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| Who says that I'm not worthy
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| Bitch, blasphemer
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| I see each of you calling Cthulhu
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| I'm not polite when I'm drunk
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| Sober pour out poison
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| My flaw is my flaw
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| I'm destined to dream about her
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| Sweet lady
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| You so wanted
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| To be with the rebel until the last victory,
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| But she ran away with this sugary
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| Since then, I have never forgiven anyone
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| Alienation at the bottom
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| World in fire
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| I'm like a shadow
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| But these stars are burning for me
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| I haven't seen the light for a long time
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| And I'm not sure if that disc will ever shine again
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| I felt on my skin how a generation was changing
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| This scarlet flower kept the beast in oblivion
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| The petals fell off and dissolved into whiskey
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| To save the whole world, I lived my life losing loved ones
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| Flying over the open sea was so wonderful
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| But I didn't have enough lungs, I didn't have enough lungs
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| And even the abyss did not accept the guy
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| Waves washed up to the shore
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| Red Death Mask
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| Let the villain take a break
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| Give me money, give me power
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| I will turn the city into Sodom
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| Give me faith, give me trump card
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| Your city with a view of Gomorrah
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| I'll stick such a long knife in your heart
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| What was your lie all this time
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| And in the black forest that surrounds us
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| Lying nymphs are ready for anything
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| I was in despair when I reclined with her
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| Now I'm reaping the rewards
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| After all, a writer without a soul
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| Lies, whim, emptiness
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| And the dream leaves my world
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| I paid this price, I paid this price
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| Paid this price all my life
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| I am not a martyr
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| I just believed in people
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| But in response to the back bullets, knives |