Either my brain is officially sick, or my blood is cancerous
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I produce pistol, I do military service
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Where I sowed bullets, my harvest came true
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Every moment in Bur, every city is the capital of war
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There are lies all around; |
evil essence, false intelligence
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The false loyalty that appears when you look at it like this
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And the blood flows in the street under the rain
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Spilled blood, not sweat; |
only blood spilled
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So they got nervous from the words
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Which words got tired because they became my ambassador
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In my mid-20s came the last stop
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I'm so tired I'm climbing on my own shoulder
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A cure is my pen, here is my body, always blood
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My bitch destiny look, don't bury what I wrote, there is only one
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When you kill the grief, Shanishar is a young executioner
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I have on my mind to leave this world and not return.
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Be my voice when I'm alone on the streets
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I'm a prisoner in the frost, my life is always the same
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Every day I write the same mediocre or a cure while scribbling
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Be my voice when I'm alone on the streets
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I'm a prisoner in the frost, my life is always the same
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Every day I write the same mediocre or a cure while scribbling
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You be my voice, be my voice, be my voice
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Whatever I do, my life is tense and my path is hazy
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There are mountains around, formed by my troubles
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Doomsday is before me; |
come on, listen, breathless
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Today I left the walls and talked to myself
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While it was spring, winter came suddenly, it rained on the other hand
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And the ships are leaving the port now
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My vision is clear but there is black everywhere
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Mom, you don't understand either; |
at least tell me, who will understand?
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It was difficult, the course of the lies with me
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As I write, I have succumbed in battles and positions.
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And now I'm watching, a giant curtain in front of me
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Answer God come on where is the love you promised?
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In its essence, every good thing had a great condition.
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For some reason, tomorrow was so far away from time
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I was judged by cruelty, I forgot your beauty
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How many useless songs are left in my life?
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Be my voice when I'm alone on the streets
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I'm a prisoner in the frost, my life is always the same
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Every day I write the same mediocre or a cure while scribbling
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Be my voice when I'm alone on the streets
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I'm a prisoner in the frost, my life is always the same
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Every day I write the same mediocre or a cure while scribbling
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You be my voice, be my voice, be my voice |