| Hearts are like roses in liquid nitrogen
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| You are pathetic zombies in funny sweatshirts
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| We have like heterochromia of the eyes
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| Two different parts of one whole, big I
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| These eyes are like yin-yang, quasar and hole, astral and mantra
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| When I'm drunk crawling on the wall like mold
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| I feel this gift just as keenly
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| It's just a cell mutation
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| But the comics are not interested in such a mutant,
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| And people are more interested in song mutations
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| They pulled their necks together like a string
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| The horoscope lied to them, they took pills, wine
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| And went crazy
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| But who is their savior?
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| Whom do they listen to now?
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| Well, of course, Mars
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| And I burp loudly in the face of every unchaste bitch,
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| But it amuses them, damn it! |
| (ah, well, yes!)
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| And crooked through the teeth, like the ruins of Stonehenge
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| Never said words of love (sorry!)
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| They all let me finish
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| No matter how I share their immoral inner world
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| After all, I just took from someone's broken windows
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| They are with me on the irises of the eyes
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| And they can choose the color of the mirror of my soul
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| For all these holes, I'm so exotic, so curious
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| So exotic and so curious, you know
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| They are with me on the irises of the eyes
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| And they can choose the color of the mirror of my soul
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| For all these holes, I'm so exotic, so curious
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| So exotic and so curious, you know
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| My bean is ready
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| We inject directly under the skin
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| Among incomparable people
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| My lucid dream was interrupted by passers-by
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| Steam from the ground in this city stink
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| Among those stubborn to zero
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| Every day is a level up
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| Among porn movies with bad acting
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| Nobody needs words
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| I wrote these songs like a demon
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| But people don't need anything
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| I'm on my own among the bitch likenesses of a brother
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| If someone does not know how to get to hell (how?)
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| I dropped my consciousness into the darkness of the sacred
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| Where lies this memory stone
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| Right from the first day beyond
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| And no one knows that I'm dragging this bitch to the piles again
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| I give her an injection of terrible manias
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| We mutate into monsters in time with consciousness
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| Among the endless paths
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| "Hey, where did you go? |
| This dachshund is busy! |
| (busy?)"
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| I have an infinity of ideas
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| Crashes on the desire to take away recognition
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| I need this money, I need these people
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| Give me their heart at once, I enter this network
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| And I break the firewall so as not to spread the infection
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| I'm filming this film from heaven
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| Waking up in him his sleeping heat
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| The doors will spit out the drunken body
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| To the center of the universe as a burning star
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| They are with me on the irises of the eyes
|
| And they can choose the color of the mirror of my soul
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| For all these holes, I'm so exotic, so curious
|
| So exotic and so curious, you know
|
| They are with me on the irises of the eyes
|
| And they can choose the color of the mirror of my soul
|
| For all these holes, I'm so exotic, so curious
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| So exotic and so curious, you know |