After death in my niche, after death I am superfluous here
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Cherry blossoms over the grave, we are waiting for calm before the storm
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Swishes laid on the stove, so much buzz like Sid Vicious
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White as a shroud of death, she remembers our meetings
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An altar and candles made of bones, only a coffin will heal me
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Petals fly to the ground, our corpses listen to the wind
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Rain runs down the stem like a tear, I don't believe in signs of sorrow
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Every day behind the crypt door, you can't see us become a shadow
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Became a shadow, the current takes us under the plants
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The corpse has long been a product of decay, death will save you from torment
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Masks in the soil, there is a handwriting here, worms sharpen our fabrics
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The dead rap in silence, your bitch is with me at night
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Chillim near the crypt, under the blind moon
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Rushing after the wind, sky, forest and wolf howl
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In the night with silence, we silently smoke a joint
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We sharpen the knife and go into battle, the whole crew is with me, here is our checkpoint
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Chillim near the crypt, under the blind moon
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Rushing after the wind, sky, forest and wolf howl
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In the night with silence, we silently smoke a joint
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We sharpen the knife and go into battle, the whole crew is with me, here is our checkpoint
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Chillyu in the warm earth, relaxed as if in a bath
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Cold moonlight reflect my fabrics
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In the shadows among the ruins, we stopped the timer
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All memory is erased, files from cameras are gone
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Steel shimmers in my eyes, katana in my hands
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Heaven will melt in an instant, dew on the soil of blood
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Tears of silver, their eyes saw no evil
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The squad will take all their weights, the hall will sprinkle the bodies, at the foot of the rocks
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And who told them that we would listen to them
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Nobody here needs your stupid advice
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You can argue who is cooler and tougher, you know better
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And we will wake up in the morning and get better with kush
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Chillim near the crypt, under the blind moon
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Rushing after the wind, sky, forest and wolf howl
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In the night with silence, we silently smoke a joint
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We sharpen the knife and go into battle, the whole crew is with me, here is our checkpoint
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Chillim near the crypt, under the blind moon
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Rushing after the wind, sky, forest and wolf howl
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In the night with silence, we silently smoke a joint
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We sharpen the knife and go into battle, the whole crew is with me, here is our checkpoint |