Anger will embrace with hot love like a mother
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Kissing tears on burned hands
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Dead lips will vomit from the black fire
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To save you - where are you? |
Aw... shout to me...
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"Burn to ashes, burn to ashes - for me"
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Burn, burn, burn
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Burn, but don't burn, otherwise it's hard to live
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In frayed joints, hope will not drag the load of the soul with a spark
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I woke up from a roar, lips are compressed from impurities
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And next to the fucking freak grinning my house kisses not sincerely
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It seems to me that something has died in me, salt in the bends of the knees
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My body is cheaper than discounts at OKAY and my soul is in prison
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I'm tired of breathing, my veins are clogged with sand and God ridiculed them.
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And people are silent while the air flies their thoughts into the coffin
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The old dolphin will warm me in the sea of tears
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I'm convinced that this is a dream now
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And I will not hide my face from the war in your shoulders
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The hearth will burn and its flame will forbid me to scream
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I'm tired of chewing bandages in my mouth, my mother yells - are you here?
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I'm always with you, now, then, forget that they buried the corpse
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You'll find me with a hashtag in a black bible
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And I'll be your native religion
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Anger will embrace with hot love like a mother
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Kissing tears on burned hands
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Dead lips will vomit from the black fire
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To save you - where are you? |
Aw... shout to me...
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"Burn to ashes, burn to ashes - for me"
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Burn, burn, burn
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Love - smolders with cool coal from poisonous saliva
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God - with a body, wounded, lay down near the murdered family
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The sweetest demon is wildly happy with my bitter rivers - and now...
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I'm just an excuse so you can fuck those shelves of bread
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Draw your father's houses with pencils
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Draw how he quietly suffocates
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Asphalt absorbed the last words
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Cursed earth, sick sun
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Put your boots on me so I can't breathe
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I want my parents to finish me off with a stone on the head so that all my friends can see it
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So that bitterness and sadness on my grave were obviously inappropriate, I wish you would rejoice at this
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And celebrated the victory that I am the cause of equality and light for the sake of this I went to heaven
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I don’t remember how my death became an informational occasion before that, under fear or hunger, I asked God here
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My actions were compared with meanness, I'm to blame, yes, but is it bad uncles?
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We are sick the same way, remission wounds will remain in my head
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I want to be the last death that will remain beyond common sense
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Looking for God in the wards, brothels
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On maps, in hotels, in barracks and troubles
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The truth in the answers, in response, only wounds from the wind, they are not correct
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Bare feet to the gravel to the light to rob the truth from the sky
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So that God would quietly tell me in secret - why he stole my time
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I hear the planet crying, it's hard for her to breathe under her knee and life burns in fire |