| if you have not learned to appreciate what is
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| fate will eat you
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| It is a revenge
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| if there is a cross on your chest,
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| but the demon
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| not sleeping he is waiting for a surge
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| those emotions that will pull on stress
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| world mystery,
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| but he is so mirrored
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| we are a timer
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| movements are instant
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| just give us
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| tried and tested timing
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| and we globally
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| let's become immoral
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| Ha
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| we fucked up our lives in bars
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| did you fuck this life?
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| Yes
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| she is my mate
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| and I don't know when this bitch won't be enough,
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| but she wants me like a slut wants love
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| fuck
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| do not listen to the left bazaar
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| if you started something, don't turn back
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| who was on the bottom
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| carries the truth backpack,
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| but when it's open close your eyes
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| chorus Serpo
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| Scratch the sky the pain won't go away
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| in peacetime we live in war, behind lies new waves
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| we are in a new world - re-learn how to walk here traffic jams,
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| the ether is clogged with not truth, fill your heart with kindness ...
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| Verse 2 Kpo2LL
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| you still don't appreciate things, you throw dirt in your face
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| behind the rotten bazaar has exceeded five hundred
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| you should pour another portion of alcohol into your mouth
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| tongue like a pomelo this very night
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| Fate never fought back surrounded by pseudo friends
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| looked into the choke on the faces - the likeness of the executioners
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| I feel sorry for you brat your truth has led to deceit
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| ready to sell their mother for money, if only you were high
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| don't give a fuck why throw a show-off
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| are you talking to fate? |
| but you get it under your breath, and
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| where is your truth carrion your chamber is on the right
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| and not from the heights you fell you would have been right
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| absorbed my thoughts yes there bit by bit
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| everything that was on the sheets, know I lived there
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| raised his head? |
| let's scratch the sky bitch
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| I will stay where I have never been... |