Do you want to be a dead hero or a successful man?
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Do you want to make a career or be a martyr like Jesus?
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Do you want to know the truth, not nonsense legal acts?
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What I say may be politically incorrect
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Hard to digest for the dull masses living here
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Your mistakes time has passed, I will help you, listen!
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Your parents scared you at home
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At school, stories were told about the utopian world of communes
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How to be one of the millions and suffer for millions
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How to put thorns on your head instead of a crown
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You are a distorted habit to these rules
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I can see that you only want to be a spectator in your life
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And not to play the main roles and deal cards
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I'll tell you, I'll tell you what true artistry is
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When something is not in line with your interests, be anti
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Pity, the settlement are as antiquated as antiquity
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Your temple sweat, your heroism for nothing
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You can double and triple, the world cuts the weak
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You don't want to become a victim, you have to become the executioner
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Either you erupt like a volcano or die like a crater
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How many people are willing to take your place
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The more gentle you are, the smaller your chances are
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The world is war, war is not played purely
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It's a constant competition, look at reality
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Are the most honest people in power? |
(no)
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Are the best ems occupying the stage? |
(no)
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Well, find out what a foul is, what is false
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(learn happiness) give me your soul like Faust ...
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You hear the voice (there is no silence) you hear the voice, you hear it (him)
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And you won't silence him
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Yesterday you stood in front of the club thinking you were tough
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Cursing like a moron, you locked the Audi door
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Constans option, she young you after coke
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You wanted to show that you were in charge so that it would go
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Such a whim, stupid and nameless behavior
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You have the money at hand and the mentality of a star
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Say what you wanted (?)
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You have gathered a little, I think it's time for confession
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Yesterday you stood in front of the club, today you kneel in the church
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Confessions of a Loser, Episode One
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You, hidden in the city, scream, make noise
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You would like to devour the world to have it all at once
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And today you would give anything to be able to spend the future with her
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This one closeness prevents you from going from here
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This is the voice that comes when your nerves run out
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It is hope, faith, love and the blue of the sky
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Let me speak or let it go
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You defend the entrance to the heart like a fortress (?)
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A voice, a hanging force instilled within
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A choice, a sum of pulses flowing from everywhere
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You were so tough, fate changed your cards
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You wanted to be anti, from the Tatra Mountains to the Baltic Sea
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This tension builds up in the air hanging
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This is the voice, you hear it, there is no silence |