Made of noise and chaos
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Made of noise and chaos
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Made of noise and chaos
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Made of noise and chaos
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(Verse 1: Shellerini)
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Although I fall like edith piaf, like boulder dash I dig deeper
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I know what the red of blood tastes like, flower wrinkle in a spot
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I never wanted to run somewhere other people wanted to run
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I can knock them into their circus and their grievances
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You see this hazel how cash gives rise to conflict
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Time flies like Tezewe, unless you are fasting in the cell
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Behind the window, the pursuit is when Twardowski leads the devil by the nose
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For some, what they don't have is always not enough
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Chaos hid us, and fate pushed us to the scaffold
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In this city where Glass has aspirations for the Gestapo
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Everyone breaks the law as everyone breaks the Ten Commandments
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It is not easy to get rid of scruples
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When the night lasts in the soul, you must be rock like a monkey
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Not always crucifix will help when Styx is tempting
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The stronger ones are forged out of scars and chaos
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We want to live our own lives and have peace of mind
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The mornings make dreams come true
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Bad like Leopold Tyrmand
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The world would like to break us
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Chaos has burned out the stigma
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The background was painted by drama
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Someone has lost, someone has gained
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A noise drowned the silence
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The truth is obvious
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The mornings make dreams come true
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Bad like Leopold Tyrmand
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The world would like to break us
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Chaos has burned out the stigma
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The background was painted by drama
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Someone has lost, someone has gained
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A noise drowned the silence
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You can already guess
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(Verse 2: Elephant)
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First they will lead you by the nose and then they will break it
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This is a free education at the school of scars and birthmarks
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Your guardian angel falls down with a gunshot wound
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And instead of him, the red baron peers out of the clouds
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We are still not enough, everyone wants to take not give
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And when it comes to hay, your own brother is cheating on you
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This whole world is made up of a solution of fiction with a lie
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Fuck with the war, the National Health Fund will finish everyone more efficiently
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I keep avoiding vipers like the dawn striga
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Quieter than the muffled cry of solitary confinement at the psychiatric ward
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I stick in the stem the remains of shuj, which were close to me
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Inhaling the remnants of their lying lives into their lungs
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I walk in the rain of sparks, fire consumes ethics
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I don't even count the number of knives stuck in the back
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Four-letter code faithful, charred carcass around
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There is a new dawn, we are flooding the world with black
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The mornings make dreams come true
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Bad like Leopold Tyrmand
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The world would like to break us
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Chaos has burned out the stigma
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The background was painted by drama
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Someone has lost, someone has gained
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A noise drowned the silence
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The truth is obvious
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The mornings make dreams come true
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Bad like Leopold Tyrmand
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The world would like to break us
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Chaos has burned out the stigma
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The background was painted by drama
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Someone has lost, someone has gained
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A noise drowned the silence
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You can already guess |