self-destructive instinct
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By myself and without permission
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Dictate my decisions
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I can't be saved anymore
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The brain appointed itself a deputy
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Left the throne, left the castle
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And now everything is ruled here
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Self-destructive instinct
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It's not what you thought, it's not mine
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I don't use
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It's not me rustling in the bushes at night with a lantern
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Outside the Moscow Ring Road, in the South-Western Administrative District
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It's not me who always wants a little more
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And one more time
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It's not me who thumps and I'm not sticking out
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No, I wouldn't be able to
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Kamikaze-parasite will not spare the owner:
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He burned all the gasoline in flight, and you can’t turn it around
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In a steep dive, a Japanese suicide bomber rams the deck
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So ordered the emperor, who cannot be overthrown
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In the center of the sight, the target is shaking on its own
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Targets from the collision with the target is nowhere to go
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The target always thinks of himself in the third person.
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It makes it easier for ends to justify any means.
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I seem to be a prisoner of evil, but it's like everything is not with me
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The voice of reason sent me a voice message again:
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I will delete it without turning it on - there is always some kind of spam
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I drown sorrows in the night, I meet noon without sleeping
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I call someone again, I went somewhere again
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I'll wait with business: business is an hour, and time is fun
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But in general, it’s not me - I wouldn’t have launched myself like that
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This is a dark track - this is
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self-destructive instinct
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By myself and without permission
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Dictate my decisions
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I can't be saved anymore
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The brain appointed itself a deputy
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Left the throne, left the castle
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And now everything is ruled here
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Self-destructive instinct
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It's not what you thought, it's not mine
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I don't use
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It's not me rustling in the bushes at night with a lantern
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Outside the Moscow Ring Road, in the South-Western Administrative District
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It's not me who always wants a little more
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And one more time
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It's not me who thumps and I'm not sticking out
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No, I wouldn't be able to
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Quitting is too easy, quitting is for the weak
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I walk through the desert of powders without a camel:
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In all flasks - alcohol, behind the back - a backpack of pills
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Ahead - a grassy oasis: something is wrong with your world
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Something is wrong with your world, it is a defective model:
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I reluctantly move into it like a cheap, crappy motel
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This is a forced pit stop - I'm on the road to hell again:
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There's something wrong with your world, there's something wrong with your world
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Someone draws the finish line with a card on the table:
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I'll take the grand prix blind, no hands on the wheel
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I don’t give a damn, I’m an experienced pilot
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And my car flies into the stands, not fitting into the turn
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Foam from the mouth - like from a fire extinguisher, to the clinic for the driver
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Alas, you can not take
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The pupil does not respond to stimuli
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Tired? |
So lay down now
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Do you hear? |
It's me, yours
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self-destructive instinct
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And I'm without permission
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He made all the decisions
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You can't be saved anymore
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The brain appointed itself a deputy
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Left the throne, left the castle
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And now everything is ruled here
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Self-destructive instinct
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It's so cool to roll down the slope
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(Instinct)
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Thoughts on the consequences of disdain
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(Instinct)
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But this hill in itself is fraught with a bitter surprise
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(Instinct)
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Iron blades are inserted into all joints |