Introduction
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Rorschach (from the movie "Supervisors"): world the world will look up and shout: "Save us!"
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And I’ll whisper: “No.”
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(Marcello)
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Turbo-urban harvested from the largest peasantry ever:
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Tarzan poisons Moglije that the branch originated for everyone
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City giant slalom: wide arcs around meaning
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Simple time - "present simple", according to the Pink people meter
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Stupid people triumph in size like Mario when a mushroom is bent
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The Joker's smile from my bunker, where such a sun does not shine
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Rhyme full magazine, burst has no point or comma
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My contempt is an abyss deeper than Rebecca Linares' ass
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I do not participate in the downfall, I do not change the mood for a couple
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I don't keep TV, I don't have Facebook, I reject all "reality" fame
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Let everyone who has no cheek rinse their mouth with my name:
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Of course they hate me, of course when I'm Rorschach
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I don't sit at the table with cattle, I don't support the nonsense
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I will close one eye to them only if they break it
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And I will only look through their fingers when they hold my eye in their hand
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I'm elsewhere. |
I don't belong there. |
Don't burn on my hologram
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I have no faith in the revolution from the throats of the sons of the bourgeoisie
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Not a word of rebellion from those tiny, full mouths
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I don't go to clubs because I'm not interested in child pornography
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Nor the arrogance of diapers that grew on the "Wounds"
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Reset the brain everywhere, but the nineties were not great
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Especially not when new children with plague-colored eyes say that
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I remain incorruptible, even if I fail at three '
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When I fall on the begging stick, I'll use it to beat
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Chorus: (Nancy)
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Blessed be you
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(Minister)
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And I prefer fucking to being like you
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And I'd rather be alone than like everyone else
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(Marcello)
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I file my fangs, but the under-eyes betray the intention
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I squirt poison into the rhythm while the lost sleep
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I vary from oversensitive to insensitive
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No, I'm not well. |
And fortunately, it is not curable
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(Minister)
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This is a funeral of morality. |
We are in the forefront
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We send the fresh corpse to the worms to eat
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Fucked up value system - that's more than obvious
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When they take you thirsty across the water
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But everything is fine, the people are used to misery…
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Serbian movie, brother: everyone is fucking each other
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First you get fucked, then you fuck your mother…
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Wake up. |
Turn on the brain. |
Turn off the TV
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There is nonsense on TV, and in the breaks of the fairy tale:
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Cash on an ice cream stick and on a flake cap
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The most real thing is the reality show…
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So, let that mother fuck someone's mother
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When I open fire, I do it without a gram of respect
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No hair on the tongue, no shame
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No compromise - just anger
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You need a slap to correct a distorted consciousness
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The news of the day is that evil never sleeps:
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Evil is in the house, on the street, in songs…
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Evil is in us, evil flows through our veins…
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Evil takes us back in time:
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Back in the nineties, bro, back to zero
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On the chaos in the country and the fun in the ful…
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Drive everyone into three beautiful places, mind the corner
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And keep your distance - while people search for salvation through Google
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(Nancy)
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Far away while the world burns
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(Minister)
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And I prefer fucking to being like you
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And I'd rather be alone than like everyone else
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(Marcello)
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I file my fangs, but the under-eyes betray the intention
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I squirt poison into the rhythm while the lost sleep
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I vary from oversensitive to insensitive
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No, I'm not well. |
And fortunately, it is not curable |