My block, my block
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So many corners, not one of your own
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Sometimes I saw such a plot here that I brutally wanted to go to another movie
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Get out, son, not far from trouble
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Lucker, sing to us about how hard it is for you
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Life here sets the pace, does not ask a question
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Hear what are you, a syklo or a cyclops?
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Oh shit, I see how they bang their heads against the ceiling
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They put their skinny dream in a coffin
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I often think about how lucky I am
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I can do what I always wanted to do but couldn't
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No, still not dead. |
I'm tenacious like staphylococcus aureus
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Somewhere a nameless zero climbs by all means,
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But my work is a wild crunch of skulls
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I may not be an archaeologist, but I dig deep
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Ears are bleeding again, I hear their voices
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I see them - bitch, eyes flow out
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Behind you is a break in silence
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It's time for a chorus of back flips - oh yes!
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These are miracles - not flying in the clouds
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Were able to bury your talent
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We carry here the weight of an empty stomach
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Then they will spit out the bitter ones, they will eat all the sweet ones
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Tell me who will stop it? |
Something howls inside
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The well-fed will not understand, because this is hunger-emsy
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Throw out the word - breathe out life,
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But when did you manage to cool down while still alive? |
Fuck, say
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You carry shit for stupid people - go change your last ruble of the soul
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I don't float like a corpse
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After all, I'm still alive, and there is nothing to cover this agility
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This sound will pass not in passing, but through
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Directly into the bone, so that it does not grow together
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Not casually, but through, right into the bone
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So that it doesn't grow together
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Emsy will pierce his head like a nail
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This sound will pass not in passing, but through
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Directly into the bone, so that it does not grow together
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Not casually, but through, right into the bone
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So that it doesn't grow together
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Emsy will pierce his head like a nail
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The sound wave covers me again
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Listen, this sound is dirtier than African water
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We can stumble, trudge somehow, yeah
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But that never stopped us
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You brought here the sparkle of feverish eyes
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Not? |
So I knew - boredom
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Growling bass tears into pieces
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This can cause spontaneously another collapse
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After all, I am sick of this, you are strong in your immunity
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It's something you can't ignore
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I don't believe you - skeptic
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lazy slaves of trends
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I see your destiny - shackles and lashes
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Your luminaries don't blind me at all
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Boring, lethargic like obese children
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Chewing your nonsense that will not cause awe
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Not throwing the dice of other people's games is my lot
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Hear, the voice makes you be fast as a shot
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Someone's mines are sour like Risling
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They make me sick and pound like typhus
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Aphrodite will not come out of their foaming mouth
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And dump in English
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Your share of being toothless, faded and flat
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Do you want to put me to sleep? |
No, don't convince me
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Do not chew to death with gums
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Bitch!
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This sound will pass not in passing, but through
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Directly into the bone, so that it does not grow together
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Not casually, but through, right into the bone
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So that it doesn't grow together
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Emsy will pierce his head like a nail
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This sound will pass not in passing, but through
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Directly into the bone, so that it does not grow together
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Not casually, but through, right into the bone
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So that it doesn't grow together
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Emsy will pierce his head like a nail |