Abandon hope, everyone who climbs out of mother here
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The path awaits you unpleasant and exhausting
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in the end you will be put in a box
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They will bury, swell, cry,
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And you will crawl back, do not wait for the tenderness of veal -
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Other shotgun zombies will fuck you up!
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They don't know that you just took it and resurrected
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Yes, and what's the difference
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When the hand with the head is there,
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Are the legs and butt here?
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Mommy, here I am. |
only in parts, by weight.
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try to convince yourself that this is a great gift
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Throwing sticks to a heifer or crouching to a bottle
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Be disappointed. |
closer to the end put on chains
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After all, we are kirdyk and we need to turn freebies into profit!
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The larch is cut down - the gallows is knocked together
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The dungeon is buzzing, how is the kid not having fun here?
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Why did I give them life?
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Why did I give them reason?
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Why did I give them life?
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Why did I give them reason?
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Hear the sound of one palm on the forehead
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He doesn't follow people, he contemplates fucked up
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And a thousand times regretted that once upon a time
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For the sake of these fools, he climbed on the cross
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Is this not spiritual poverty?
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You read something somewhere, and then you just read it
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Only tear-washed dreams remain
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This glass garbage is not the sun and sooner or later
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The tungsten spiral will break
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The earthling does his duty by avoiding the truth
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And that's when the filament has already broken
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In the darkness of the basement of the universe, the impudent will be left to rot
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Waving his hand: they managed to explain so little to him -
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Don't try to delete your account
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Or escape from outside the oval
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Freshly filled with light
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But empty and merged with darkness
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No one will talk about it anymore
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Especially with you
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You are free - the spotlights have been extinguished forever
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And even God suddenly became powerless to create...
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Why did I give them life?
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Why did I give them reason?
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Why did I give them life?
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Why did I give them reason?
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Hear the sound of one palm on the forehead
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He doesn't follow people, he contemplates fucked up
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And a thousand times regretted that once upon a time
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For the sake of these fools, he climbed on the cross |