| I scrape my skin to look like
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| Per person (Ooh)
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| I forget the faces of those who forgot with me
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| Cardinal points (ya, hey, ah)
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| Money doesn't teach anything, it doesn't smell
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| Neither blood nor sweat (What are you talking about? Ai)
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| People make you feel nauseous
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| And caustic vomit (Puke)
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| People infiltrate in planes
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| Into the veins of my Moscow (Daddy's ambitions, ooh)
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| But where are you here? |
| (E)
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| But where are you here? |
| (Ooh, good question, huh)
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| I tear the head of a succubus, ah, ah
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| I burn the earth that rots, and
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| I don’t bow to the floor for their rations, but
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| Spatter of blood, heart on a spear, and
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| Red tear about your
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| Fuck the son and the major, and
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| Let the tapeworm break through the skin, ya
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| Buried for the neighborhood, ya
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| The quarter is empty
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| The air is rotten and
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| I take a pit stop on them, the day is sand
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| Through fingers, eh
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| Bare your pain (pain-pain)
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| I don't need to know you, know, m
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| Nobody cares about you here
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| But I'll let them shit
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| I scrape my skin to look like
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| Per person (uuuuuh, how? E)
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| I forget the faces of those who forgot with me
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| The cardinal points (ooh-ooh)
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| Money doesn't teach anything, it doesn't smell
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| Neither blood nor sweat
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| People make you feel nauseous
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| And caustic vomiting (nauseous)
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| People infiltrate in planes
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| Into the veins of my Moscow,
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| But where are you here?
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| But where are you here?
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| Mm, mmm
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| Smiling after those who ran (who ran)
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| With you only wins capital
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| The cannibal cop is waiting, and I, ah,
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| And I (hey-hey, and I)
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| In a bunch of dark fights, like delirious (like delirious)
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| Through series of procedures on the run
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| Among the darkness of wastelands I run, and
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| Cities are burning behind me, I'm going (I'm going) |