Do you want to know the abyss? |
Let's go jump
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You will see earlier than the one who is expelled from paradise
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You will recognize all the color plus and charisma
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In the palm of your hand, everything is as it is, absolutely without a prism
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Glass. |
Without morality, tact, censorship
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In fact, he placed the figures on top
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You don't have to be a guru to know what these problems are
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Someone will be able to avoid - here definitely not everyone
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There are not visitors here, but those who came on foot from Sudan
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Through Egypt, past armed guards
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With dirty bullet wounds, barefoot and with children
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Running for a better life. |
What is the result? |
Look
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Without turning away - I know that it's scary,
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But it is right here - not in paper pictures
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Blacker than their skin, always a top product
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The stimulus of hungry nostrils, pricked hands
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What the hell is not kidding here
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They sold their souls, zombies are not people at all
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Selling now the last - all that's left
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Asexual body - no, it didn't seem to you
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And this is not a miracle of nature and not a mutation
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It's a sick mind that doesn't want to change
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Campaign needs quarantine for a hotbed of diseases
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Or all to the wall - and that will be more useful
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Apparently, he did not calculate the bestowing light
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After all, he seemed to promise that it would be enough for everyone
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Just like clothes hide white legs from sight
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So from all that is holy, your face is a region of hope
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From death to hell, wait, there's something in between
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And it's right here, yo, the region of hope
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Well, how are you, huh? |
bottomless abyss
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Her name is the region of hope
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Wait, there's something in between
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It's right here, yo
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District of Hope
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Well, how are you, huh? |
bottomless abyss
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Her name is the region of hope |