Religion sharpen your syllable like a blade son
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Sweaty fingers pressing the trigger tighter to the steel
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Just a couple more steps and you are the most satisfying catch
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Myriad stars like dreams, in the dreams of a pride of cops
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In the machinations of the victim of shackles that prowl in search of heads
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If you are ready to take risks, try to hide your shelter
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Confession to put in a couple of words, only for close cats
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Plus don't leave a trace and suspicious eyes (what)
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Do not be silent antipodes, know this is your antidote
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Do not believe inherent in antelopes, they are a cowardly people
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Do only what is rushing, stubbornness will take the system
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The universe breathes and waits, your images of thoughts, forward
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The flow report is running, so time flows by numbers
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With him, we swim like fish, into plexus events, the fruit
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We are teased by temptation that it is better for someone to figure it out
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Only God has the right to judge, he knows for your every breath
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(Saint P.) (i) (i) (uh-huh) (i) (e) (i) (e) (uh-huh)
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Myriad drops from the sky, it's all for you
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Billions of glare of light, this is your homeland
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Measuring meters to the edge, make a choice for yourself
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The basis of being, inside my self
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Myriad drops from the sky, it's all for you
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Billions of glare of light, this is your homeland
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Measuring meters to the edge, make a choice for yourself
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The basis of being, inside my self
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Myriad drops from the sky
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Myriad drops from the sky
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Myriad drops from the sky
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(yeah) (me)
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This is all for you
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(Adm. killa) (I) (I)
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Myriad! |