Behind the screen they will tell me again who is right
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Opinion leaders go to the stage
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Black filth in the title of the chapters
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I'm a little guy in a world of big guys
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Occam's razor for brand new vows
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All that's left is to send to the scrap
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Built world in calendar numbers
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A crooked mirror is shooting at me
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I shoot at him (Someone started shooting)
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The city will eat me alive
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I will become a bone that rips him from the inside
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It's all just a game
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The pawns will try everything on themselves here,
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But they won't be able to shine
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What do you know about hell?
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God doesn't care about us
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Every man for himself
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White snow eats my black sneakers
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In the city of troubles, one clear credo
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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The one in whom you believed has already betrayed you
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Better not to dream, not to lie and not to know
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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White snow eats my black sneakers
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In the city of troubles, one clear credo
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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The one in whom you believed has already betrayed you
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Better not to dream, not to lie and not to know
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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People in luxurious attire
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They play us like puzzles
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Drinking Chateau, eighteenth century
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Feel great
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If it's so sad, then it's better not to worry
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I'm flying from a skyscraper to "Smells Like Teen Spirit"
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I have played these games for a long time
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Bloody massacre on a fresh grave
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Brother, we live in Russia
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Valkyries are circling above us
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Bonds and ultraviolence
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Churches, offshore companies in Cyprus
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Life is like a straight razor
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Elites will offer garrote
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I trample the earth of a mortal city
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While black snow eats away at my face
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White snow eats my black sneakers
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In the city of troubles, one clear credo
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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The one in whom you believed has already betrayed you
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Better not to dream, not to lie and not to know
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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White snow eats my black sneakers
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In the city of troubles, one clear credo
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Nothing in between, there's black and white
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The one in whom you believed has already betrayed you
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Better not to dream, not to lie and not to know
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Nothing in between, there's black and white |