He can't see shit
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There are no living creatures in the sight
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He fires stupidly into the darkness
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With cries of "Die, bitches"
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Who is whose son, where is whose wife
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And are they even there?
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If it's "for garlic"
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Completely unknown to science
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Why does he need a war?
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Where has the whole world gone?
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Something a hundred pounds is unclean here
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Hands in blood up to the shoulders for a long time:
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He can't see shit
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There are no living creatures in the sight
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He fires stupidly into the darkness
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Wounded cries mistaking for glitches
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Straight to the apple - always
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Don't aim at the target
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Blindness doesn't stop
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Life long love
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The size of space
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Closed the entire review, in which direction you look:
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Trenches, dugouts
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Blood, meat, bones
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But the blind sniper does not feel sorry for any of his victims
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Life long love
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The size of space
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Closed the entire review, in which direction you look:
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Trenches, dugouts
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Blood, meat, bones
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But the blind sniper does not feel sorry for any of his victims
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All this is like a nightmare
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He should wake up soon
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And the blanket is out of sight:
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Covered in full
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Ishtar whispers in his ear again:
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"Love, kill, love, kill"
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And this voice, like a native -
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He believes like his own mother
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From the muzzle brings down hellish heat
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On the corpses of women and children
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Another corpse lies down -
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Go ahead, rookie
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Use your priceless gift
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Love, kill, love, kill
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You are the only one alive here
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Remember there's no one to hurt
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In a red puddle on the floor
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military commissariat
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The optometrist lies in the corner
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Life long love
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The size of space
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Closed the entire review, in which direction you look:
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Trenches, dugouts
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Blood, meat, bones
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But the blind sniper does not feel sorry for any of his victims
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Life long love
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The size of space
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Closed the entire review, in which direction you look:
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Trenches, dugouts
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Blood, meat, bones
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But the blind sniper does not feel sorry for any of his victims
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Go to the sound
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Where the sirens call
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Hear the command:
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Mechanical dog - face
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Swallow the lure
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Knead the foam with your fins
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Tears are not visible
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Flowing from unseeing eyes
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Go to the sound
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Where the sirens call
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Hear the command:
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Mechanical dog - face
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Swallow the lure
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Knead the foam with your fins
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Tears are not visible
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Flowing from unseeing eyes
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Life long love
|
The size of space
|
Closed the entire review, in which direction you look:
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Trenches, dugouts
|
Blood, meat, bones
|
But the blind sniper does not feel sorry for any of his victims |