There is dead carrion in the eyes, tears pour down like rain, do not accumulate words, accumulate overdoses
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He waits baring his fangs, asking for slaughter, while blind enemies are calmer.
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The walls are hung with crosses, cut with sinful crucifixes,
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The stigmata will open their eyes to the world, broken fragments, let them in.
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Praise to the heavens, promised, bro, death verse, where is the fountain of blood,
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White faces, eyes white as snow, cocaine blizzard sweeps in the barracks,
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With that devoted style, bound by blood, they new exits stifle their unseen
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magnet
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Forgotten limit, changed with trepidation, asks to finish you off, with words like prayers
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exhausted me.
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Chorus:
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Let the thought be faster than a thousand automatic bursts, where should they be now,
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in genius there are two skulls with a bullet of lead bees
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Crows feed the chicks with flesh from your bones, thoughts and bullets are not appropriate here
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nothing more to do with
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Don't mention him in Sui, don't poke your nose anywhere, draw a painting in your bills,
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while sucking your brain
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There is among the plants behind the forest, a garden of poisonous roses, there is a gardener in the garden,
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the gardener also has a boss
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The boss has an idea + your signature in his bulletin, money has people,
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people have bullets, bullets have time.
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You have less of it, you are a target, so think faster, time flies, time does not wait,
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time can't wait
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And the boss has cognac, the gardener has a garden and roses, roses have thorns, thorns have poison,
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poison splash under the dose,
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The dose has a price, the price is in debt, debt is too late, the bullet has no thought, your thoughts
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no more brain.
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Chorus:
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Scattered. |
Scattered houses around the perimeter, scattered dodiki that go to the bottom
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Brother ger and darkness, aging in the dust, the drug tower is buzzing,
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The head is here and there, it is the swamp of the pond and here the silence is cunning, only hell licks us
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brother,
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Drug dealers in the basement at the gate, brother, careless, without a liver, the details of the formation must
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are labeled here.
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Don't beat them with meat and alcohol into a biton, miserable people into their tone, a monotonous process,
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enchanted forest,
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Measured stress on the poison, the flames of hell in the eyes, cotton wool in the ears, what is needed in the hands,
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the soul is the price.
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Chorus:
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor.
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Constructor, my world is a constructor. |