| I hate this fucking world
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| I hate all those who scored.
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| Lies and vanity reign here,
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| But this is just a mask, there is emptiness inside.
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| Why can't you just be yourself
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| Open to all, I'm honest with you
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| Merge with nature, do not rush to live,
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| Do not hide your feelings, openly love.
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| We are all in a hurry somewhere
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| Looking back, we stand still.
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| Many blessings hide sadness
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| Loneliness takes us deeper into the distance.
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| Having met each other, we have nothing to say,
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| I want to open up, but I have to lie.
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| Loneliness will soon kill us
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| The apocalypse is in it, the apocalypse is coming.
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| We don't see, we don't hear
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| We do not believe, not knowing,
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| Hiding only feelings
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| Sobbing over happiness.
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| Look at my pain
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| Have pity on me
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| I hate others
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| I love myself.
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| We don't shout, we don't call
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| And we crawl like we fly,
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| We are slaves, we are weak
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| We live as we die.
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| Look at my pain
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| Have pity on me
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| Humiliating others
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| Elevating yourself.
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| Scientists have created a new pain
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| And they are watching you
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| How do you save yourself in hysterics,
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| How our dreams are destroyed.
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| Children are blind, pain is nothing to them,
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| Indigo Generation, Evil Generation.
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| But we ourselves abandoned them,
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| Tears from the eyes, we hoped for them.
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| Politicians, summits - the environment is weak,
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| We will restore it when we reach the bottom,
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| But what to restore is a question for children,
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| this is their problem, this is their contribution.
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| Nobody cares about your feelings,
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| We want to live, we want to eat.
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| Worlds collapsed in the struggle for survival
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| We are choosing the wrong path.
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| I saw dead faces
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| Smiles remained from fear,
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| And hell seemed like heaven to us,
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| Reality was wrong.
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| Unable to withstand parental affection,
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| I pricked my veins,
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| I was merciless to myself
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| Had my whole body.
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| We don't see, we don't hear
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| We do not believe, not knowing,
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| Hiding only feelings
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| Sobbing over happiness.
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| Look at my pain
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| Have pity on me
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| I hate others
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| I love myself.
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| We don't shout, we don't call,
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| And we crawl like we fly,
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| We are slaves, we are weak
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| We live as we die.
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| Feelings are dead, falling into the mud
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| It's easier to pass, drunken scum.
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| It's better not to see, to stay away,
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| It seems that he did not touch, but his hands were covered in blood.
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| You can not hear, but lie something,
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| In the center of events, to surprise everyone.
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| Drunk on glory, the world is before you,
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| he demands spectacles and will end you. |