Clothes full of drugs scattered on the bed
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I am lying down, the ceiling is slowly approaching me
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I'm hallucinating about dreams that will never happen
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I think about the people who will get me one day
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I see a passionate avalanche
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All night and without Clavin
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3:15 am killing my family
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3:15 I love listening to scum
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And she will drink another paralen
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It's slowly killing her
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And I'm screaming the fuck out of my sleep
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I dream of a better world without guns
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I see a passionate avalanche
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All night and without Clavin
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3:15 am killing my family
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3:15 I love listening to scum
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My weapon is my lyric
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In my hand I have a maik, preserved panic
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Papule charged
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Your head will be broken
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You will get Sachekus
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Your soul is not for sale
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That's why I shoot gratatata
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I'll shoot when I'm done
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What will dad say to you at home?
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Son, I told you to be careful outside
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If I give it, take it
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Otherwise I will kill you, like Dahmer
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Fate number 213
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So take a seat with us
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I have the heads of these gray on display in the fridge, just like trophies
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I'll blast you off the volley with the first shot
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You will fly to the tracks
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Rest in peace
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Or rather advice for you, rest in beats
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What do you want to hear more?
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I see a passionate avalanche
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All night and without Clavin
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3:15 am killing my family
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3:15 I love listening to scum |