humanity mortingen strasse
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Bring your house, just enough from the mall, every single one of you
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Chief of the most king holding engaged in obesity
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Thai chicks chasing puppies bark bark
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Work hard, no love vow, your life is eight in the morning
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It's twelve in the evening and the only job is to dig a grave for yourself
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Capitalism is monstrous and we are white smurfs
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Emotions on one side, money on the other, gargamel
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The taxes I paid for oxygen pierced my pocket
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Open it and let me drink it, otherwise this mrdiven
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What makes you love today what you said to give up yesterday
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The one who puts up the shroud of life that turns everything back on
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This is not the fame of the drama, it's their game
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If the joystick ate your brain, is the processor something?
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What was the matter? |
Twenty-five years of my life was a test
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It was blotchy Kezz before that was stuttering
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Chorus:
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stop, stay away
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I'm tired of your traps, hope my wound has turned into salt
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It's ice rap hit my glass
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(Verse 2: Reaction)
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Finish the job stubbornly with one-on-one female withdrawal
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Let this be a refugee after all, an extra person
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Look for money in your life, stop, don't be an ointment, wound salt
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Trust is gone girl, even your love is black widow
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Run, we are surrounded by this fire
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Rent, bills, expenses, each of us in a cage
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Mp3s on cassette if feelings like ice
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School's not a problem, a rich bastard is in a cage
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We are tied by a thread
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We're involved in this public filth
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How many permits were burned for a raise of 3 cents
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Let the workers die, barons for blood
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Tablets for children, TV for adults
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If you don't want to be a zombie, this CD from Kezzo
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Open your ears and listen now
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My dream is a microphone and MPC
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Chorus:
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stop, stay away
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I'm tired of your traps, hope my wound has turned into salt
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It's ice rap hit my glass |