| Addicted to my scream that caught fire on my dry lips
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| It was a harmony, my consonants are a devil
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| There is a soul that will dance with you
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| You heard the beast's voice, Razi
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| Snowdrop in crippled cases
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| We broke up on the street, walking foot with so many beats
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| I broke the finish mc image, my beaches were desert sand, longing for the sea
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| Who was in my spirit scales?
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| Who was the suddenly gone beggar
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| I've been silent, polemic has crossed the line
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| Your paranoid parasites look like hooks
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| Friendship steps in front of me in a swag quirk
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| Fictions inadequate relationships variable
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| Under the guillotine in your climate
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| Raziel, Da Poet, Mausoleum Mirach
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| Signature in single candle angled sentences
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| One point in one hit
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| underground divine existence
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| Behind my dreams, drifting in deep waters
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| A scenario with 3 roles, byins always smoke
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| Wake up before this blood boiling in my veins runs out
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| Understand and question with facts that are stapled to the mind
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| Mirach, Razi, Poet muddy the sun
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| Write and look your heart finally surrendered to itself
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| Look at each name, a halo waits for you, put on dozens of masks and get rid of
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| Burn and get rid of yourself, what good is the dark?
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| From time immemorial I was away from every color of life to dazzling splendors
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| If fame is a man, he will be a slave to dusty pink traps.
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| I was opposed to cosmopolitan lives and sultans.
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| My soul is taken, but the shackles do not work on the souls
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| Let's not interrupt, but we could not prevent money
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| Who would I turn my back on would be paranoia
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| Of course, one day the melodies will reach the sky
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| All the seas are fora of our bro trips
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| Every one of us hooked up called life
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| We will not be defeated because we are the wind blowing from the east
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| Don't know why the grief, walk without giving in
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| The dark relic in your ears from this desolation
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| A scenario with 3 roles, brains are always smoke
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| Wake up before this blood boiling in my veins runs out
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| Understand and question with facts that are stapled to the mind
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| Mirach, Razi, Poet muddy the sun
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| As time flows
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| It was my last steps on the borders of my life made up of sentences
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| I counted 19 years alone, the breath I took was mine
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| If I was a prisoner in myself, pain would be condemned all around me.
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| And my handcuffed feelings curled up on my bedside
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| In my silence lay my cries, I knew
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| They wouldn't understand but my life faltered
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| To my right my fairies were whispering
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| The sun that did not rise would radiate sorrow, sleep would be lost
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| Maybe I wanted to hold on so many times I was always wrong
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| Life hit me with a blow, I collapsed
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| My tales tell in my murdered past
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| My memories are a book in my dreams and the pages are missing
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| My roles are behind the scenes
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| On the way to Mozz while a burial lies in the deepest waters
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| Tell me, is it too far behind? |