| Falling drops into my eyes
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| Start to imagine what they call live
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| I’ve learned how to burn in fire
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| how to bleed thousand of anger ryes
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| Lot of space in my little room
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| Plenty of echoes of my passed doom
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| Have no sense spent more time in here
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| Now I’m breaking up with my mind
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| Anger eyes
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| Blood skies
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| See you humans my device
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| Against a rule
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| Morbid nights
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| Nosense gods
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| Give up life
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| We are, we are the mads!
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| We shout all you coulldn’t at last
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| We want, we want the crash
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| of your minds thinking about us
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| We are, we are the mads!
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| Our troubles make you feel so bad
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| We have no problems we have no rights
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| You have now to realise
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| Drops of rain breaking my skin
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| Makes me mind that’s not a dream
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| As cold as a kind of trial that
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| have prepared for you
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| My cold and quickly mind
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| I have tried to break my mind
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| But the things that with it I’ve find
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| Is the noise of a relentless train
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| yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Anger eyes
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| Blood skies
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| See you humans my device
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| Against a rule
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| Morbid nights
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| Nosense gods
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| Give up life
|
| We are, we are the mads!
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| We shout all you coulldn’t at last
|
| We want, we want the crash
|
| of your minds thinking about us
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| We are, we are the mads!
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| Our troubles make you feel so bad
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| We have no problems we have no rights
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| You have now to realise
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| Don’t want to hear
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| The pain of your chains
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| I have now learnt
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| All of your names
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| I will scream to gods and to fools
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| That I have now the election of rules
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| We are the mads… |