Even if your shackles are in gold -
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These are not Rolex boilers, the soul is blacker than tar
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You can’t hide with yourself that pride tramples the floors
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On the wrists bloody traces of bondage
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Greyhound goldfinches are fickle like the weather
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Money has become for someone minted freedom
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Here it is - a freak show, I would have thrown everyone into the furnace
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Smiling at each other timidly on the Internet with a brace
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A well-fed, contented slave, an enemy of his freedom
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He will never exchange his barracks for anything
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This is the fear of being in disfavor with the gods
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From above on the back, a stronger hail of fist strikes
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Directs to the avant-garde, hope for luck
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Every dream of yours is realized by MasterCard
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How much ice do you need, brother, in a glass of whiskey
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For this Titanic of thoughts to sink to the bottom?
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Sober, I lock myself up like a crab in a shell
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Drunk I become, as if my mind is weak
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The moment between sobriety and drunkenness -
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This is the highest truth, brother, and therefore I am its slave
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Sober, I lock myself up like a crab in a shell
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Drunk I become, as if my mind is weak
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The moment between sobriety and drunkenness -
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This is the highest truth, brother, and therefore I am its slave
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How far do not run any path
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If you are chained, she will always run after you
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It's an unequal fight, don't break out of the pincers
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Where people stupidly became slaves of their things
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There's a new trend in music, like a carrot in a donkey's bridle
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My right not to be a slave to my craft
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If our life is a struggle, then the way out will be a riot
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I'm like a sleeping volcano, I only need a split second
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Who shouted about freedom, acting as a guarantor?
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Listening from the stands of crazy people is not my option
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In the world of constants, a lion will not be a slave to another lion,
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But politics is such that these are just stupid words
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All these rights are a limited choice game
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The executioner will stretch his forehead, tearing the joints like a rack
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The people are a monolithic block, silent like a fish
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Someone's destiny is to endure a whip, and someone's to drink in the Caribbean
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Sober, I lock myself up like a crab in a shell
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Drunk I become, as if my mind is weak
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The moment between sobriety and drunkenness -
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This is the highest truth, brother, and therefore I am its slave
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Sober, I lock myself up like a crab in a shell
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Drunk I become, as if my mind is weak
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The moment between sobriety and drunkenness -
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This is the highest truth, brother, and therefore I am its slave
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Sober, I lock myself up like a crab in a shell
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Drunk I become, as if my mind is weak
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The moment between sobriety and drunkenness -
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This is the highest truth, brother, and therefore I am its slave
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Sober, I lock myself up like a crab in a shell
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Drunk I become, as if my mind is weak
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The moment between sobriety and drunkenness -
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This is the highest truth, brother, and therefore I am its slave
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The most miserable slave is a man who gives his mind into slavery and recognizes
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the truth is that which is alien to him |