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
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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 |