| Only the fog in my head settles like smoke
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| I smoked my clothes and I smoked my brains
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| No pain, no fear and no thought, emptiness, everything is as usual
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| I don't see you around, fuck all of you personally
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| If I dare to write, then I will write about something
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| With a pen and blood I will draw on a sheet of paper as I live
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| And every day in my head, I drive voices
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| Exiled from society creator and musician
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| Dictaphone, cassette, remote control, some herbs and on a long journey
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| Bag, trigger, scope, last shot right in the chest
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| I hate you when you make yourself out
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| I won't seem to you, it's better to always be like that
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| Only the fog in my head settles like smoke
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| I smoked my clothes and I smoked my brains
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| No pain, no fear and no thought, emptiness, everything is as usual
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| I don't see you around, fuck all of you personally
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| Like a cockatoo bird, you fuck, you talk
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| Your tongue is longer than your legs, shut up baby
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| While I burn my chest, I burned my heart
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| There is no living creature inside, I am not alive, like a dead man
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| I shoot out the window
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| Cookie rides far
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| PPS carriage three riders behind me
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| I'll leave to live on the clouds while my home is home |