How can you trust them if you don't trust yourself?
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And how can you believe in someone without believing in yourself?
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I'm so sick of inventing the wheel
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Who are all these people? |
give me a clip here
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But the last cartridge for myself
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After all, when you are darker than tar, it is useless to shine
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I indulge the skeletons from the closet
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Leaving all the pain on the chains again
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This ice from a glass
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I put out my flame a long time ago, and they are sitting at the bar
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My demons, advising something, fucking, as if forgotten by all friends
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And I don't remember any of them, but
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When the lights go out, they fire from the windows
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let me breathe
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I'm obviously superfluous in this party of yours
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And pills with swill are already useless
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Need a new way out painlessly
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22 years of inactivity I will finish, clutching the blade
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Always connected
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Knotting again
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Ha, picking up a loop to match the eyes
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A new day gives me only pain
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But I know all this can be fixed:
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Drinks with cola are everywhere, I don't remember who I am, but I'm definitely not with you
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After all, I am an artist
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Scars on the body, like a new sketch:
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Death stands beside me
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We are always so close - I know every bend
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Her floor-length mantle shelters from pain,
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But I collect plastite from the inside
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I! |
I get out of the armored plates
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AND! |
and hike, you can't save me
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They all fire from the windows
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Come on, hit the dead for the living
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No, I am not woven from pain, because I am pain, and
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Everything is on the line, do you remember?
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I am dragging all these songs, following me to Calvary
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It's easier to crucify me than to take my word for it
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So either now or fuck off |