| I will stop drinking when I lie down in the coffin
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| And no feats, wooden morgue
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| I'll ride like a type until there's enough firewood
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| I will burn the layers under the cursed drop
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| Catastrophe lover, my indicator is dead
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| I can't stop to take a pit stop
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| I will burn in my hearts, I will not leave words
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| After all, I'm the same as you, I'm just as evil!
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| I am there
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| Where people don't wait for sunrises
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| Live in the heart of factories
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| Imperceptibly break themselves!
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| I am there
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| Where people do not believe the word
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| They don't believe in tears again
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| Trying to survive in the paths!
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| Yes, I am a simple hard worker
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| Getting my 20 wooden ones with an interference fit
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| I live with cockroaches
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| I breathe fumes and wait for changes, like a tramp
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| Yes, red muzzle
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| Behind nine classes of absurdity
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| And I would get out of here, but the children are growing
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| And more and more questions about what they eat besides soup
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| Ask fat, restless bastards
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| What lies there on their golden platter?
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| And why are people junk for them? |
| "Shut your mouth, don't fuck!
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| Your job is to pray for the picture and bring it to the monastery!
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| Don't look into your mouth! |
| After all, they feed the herd
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| Save your homeland too, imbecile!”
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| Sign a treaty, curb GDP, rob and kill
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| While we are here on a leash dogs, we are shoved the ends
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| Braid the tongue, immediately poison the info
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| What is actually dumber than a circus
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| Fuck! |
| Silence is an abyss
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| To be silent means to bend over and die
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| Set sail with a soulless convoy
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| For morality, for life! |
| Brya!
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| I will stop drinking when I lie down in the coffin
|
| And no feats, wooden morgue
|
| I'll ride like a type until there's enough firewood
|
| I will burn the layers under the cursed drop
|
| Catastrophe lover, my indicator is dead
|
| I can't stop to take a pit stop
|
| I will burn in my hearts, I will not leave words
|
| After all, I'm the same as you, I'm just as evil!
|
| I am there
|
| Where people don't wait for sunrises
|
| Live in the heart of factories
|
| Imperceptibly break themselves!
|
| I am there
|
| Where people do not believe the word
|
| They don't believe in tears again
|
| Trying to survive in the paths! |