| labyrinth
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| I set fire to my old house along with the fucking attic
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| Someone's god burns out on a cigarette
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| People think we know each other, but I adopted a monster
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| And I'm afraid he won't leave anything
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| So tell me what is it for?
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| The beast rushes about - the chains ring so that you can hear it on the street
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| I spit in an unextinguished fire
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| This is a guide - how to bury yourself deeper than the subway
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| This station is zero. |
| station - bottom
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| The poet reached out to your shabby stars
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| And I saw that all these fairy tales are shit
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| These phrases are crap
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| So cool
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| Shit
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| Support is shit
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| A couple of years, like life in isolation
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| A naughty child will find adult thoughts in himself, and suddenly run away without looking back
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| From habitual streets in rags
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| So
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| As if he urgently needs to leave, collecting bad luck, like Lego
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| Fuck what's next, like all of them
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| Generate and nurture your fears
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| Their whole hive
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| You will be smarter
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| This swarm will not hook you with a flying bullet
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| They are all in me
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| Look
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| What I did with myself is blood and worms. |
| these are bones, a skull
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| Stars fall only into fire - only thorns will remain
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| Yes, this is my labyrinth, where only thorns will remain
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| I look into the eyes of my little monster and timidly strike flint
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| THE LABYRINTH WILL NOT BE JUST A GAME
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| WHAT WILL FALL IN THIS KON?
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| HOW TO RELEASE THESE BONES?
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| TO ME
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| WOULD FIND IN YOURSELF THE FORCE TO START A FIRE
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| FIND YOUR NEW HOME
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| AND HUNTING YOUR MONSTERS
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| Give me a lighter
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| Yes, I'm not enough
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| Yes, there is only one record
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| Yes, chewed again
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| Yes, everything heals
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| Even this, guess what?
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| I'm a soldier
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| I have to sew up again
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| I will wash my head in this mud
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| As it should, with molten tin, inflicting
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| stigma
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| You are my warm shelter
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| Fire
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| Not the first time
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| You drink blood, but hit the bone and
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| Eat my flesh
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| cute monster
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| How the fuck wants to displace my virtues
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| It knows - we are both dead
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| It will suddenly writhe and groan, though
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| And this pain will still go to both of us
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| Let it burn - it's worth the agony of all
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| I don't remember what stage I'm going through
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| In an endless chase
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| Behind
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| by yourself
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| To not give myself up to darkness. |
| as
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| Boy leave your light
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| Do not become colder, do not let him die?
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| Dancing on fire to leave your mark
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| Leave your mark
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| Nothing else to feed the symbiote
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| I cut with glass, shard
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| Straight down the throat
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| To somehow hurt yourself, damn
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| At least somehow hurt a living
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| And I feel something
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| Not the last time
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| But as if on the first day
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| And as if the last chance
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| Something will flare up at the bottom
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| And even if not now
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| And let it not be here at all
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| But someday it will get warmer
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| I know
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| THE LABYRINTH WILL NOT BE JUST A GAME
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| WHAT WILL FALL IN THIS KON?
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| HOW TO RELEASE THESE BONES?
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| I FIND IN MYSELF THE FORCE TO IGNITE A FIRE
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| FIND YOUR NEW HOME
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| AND EXIT BY YOURSELF HERE |