| Better look for the keys to the chambers, we are there.
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| With this bold sound, we will go over corpses and heads.
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| With Ugly Smoke, P.Y.S. and Byba fly to these clouds.
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| The meaning of these lines will not be clear to you.
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| These tracks are like a bullet along the way and together,
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| Are going to prove that rap
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| this is a duel.
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| We are not destined to go
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| burn clay pots.
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| But we can break
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| these threads of the web.
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| Prevention by current, there are no windows in the ward.
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| Look, you are crumpled, broken and confused.
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| You are free, but we are being held
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| on the chain.
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| After all, you are just like us,
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| they are not like us.
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| Eyes look into the back
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| the chambers are full
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| But not by those whose brains
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| forgotten in the laundry room
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| car.
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| Everyone boils in this cauldron, in a strange mode.
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| Don't wait until your body
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| cool down.
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| There is no sign scratched on the security.
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| This is the result of panic
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| attacks.
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| Like a broken beat, thoughts
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| lose rhythm.
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| And like an old compact in the corner,
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| mind forgotten.
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| Nails are driven into the coffin
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| social niche.
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| The gut yells stop! |
| But his body
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| does not hear.
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| Rejecting food, moving on
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| the roof goes.
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| Quiet! |
| We feed on what
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| we are writing.
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| You can't say anything anymore
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| If we are not wanted by chance
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| disturb.
|
| You have a virus anyway
|
| appeared too.
|
| You and I are now similar.
|
| You can't say anything anymore
|
| If we are not wanted by chance
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| disturb.
|
| You have a virus anyway
|
| appeared too.
|
| You and I are now similar.
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| Psychos. |
| Shut up. |
| Do not Cry.
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| Repeat your guesses.
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| your smoke. |
| And one day, they
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| will understand
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| That they are thirsty.
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| The hand of a bastard, was woven
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| cocoon.
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| Will it be crumpled, by hand
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| bastard?
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| Perestroika, to no place in the wreckage.
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| No one hears me, and I scream loudly.
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| We are the test subjects
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| rabbits for this science.
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| And it's hard to hit back when
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| hands tied.
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| Behind the back. |
| But we apply
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| blows with voices.
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| For you. |
| We will come with gray hair.
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| Behind the wall, covered you
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| veil of doubt
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| After all, you will be here if
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| I'm sure it's a genius.
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| And to prove the opposite, almost
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| which is not possible.
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| Getting here is easy
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| make a mistake.
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| You are where it is dry, sweet,
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| quiet.
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| And for anyone in the environment
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| no psycho.
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| It hurts here. |
| Gloomy.
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| Creepy. |
| Scary.
|
| Think twice, but if you are with us, then none of this matters.
|
| You can't say anything anymore
|
| If we are not wanted by chance
|
| disturb.
|
| You have a virus anyway
|
| appeared too.
|
| You and I are now similar.
|
| You can't say anything anymore
|
| If we are not wanted by chance
|
| disturb.
|
| You have a virus anyway
|
| appeared too.
|
| You and I are now similar.
|
| You and I are now similar.
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| You and I are now similar.
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. |