| They pour mud
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| Even what they create
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| Nine thousand on glass
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| It's just white noise
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| And their children are drowning, I'm no longer a god
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| How so? |
| Charged, but will not understand
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| The way of thinking is to give out nonsense, like a machine gun
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| Your word is very stupid climbs on your stupid mouth
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| And I don't give a fuck what I shouted there
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| Blood clots collected
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| Rains, hearse, the goal is why they scalp
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| What can you tell them?
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| What can you present to them
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| They all eat you
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| Destined not to leave manners and rules
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| Big house
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| open under water
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| A dirty pig is shot in the brain
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| A warm family breaks the post
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| When the piranhas fly, bitches
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| Gnawing bitches mouth
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| Will not find memories - destroy forgotten
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| Anger, sadness, murder, death
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| Burning, blood, pain, bone crunching
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| A dank corpse is not the best worker
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| Creator at all
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| A hoarse voice curses itself
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| The master of worms is not a slave to his rain
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| A hoarse voice curses itself
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| The master of worms is not a slave to his rain
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| There is only dirt in their eyes, only dirt in their eyes
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| There is only dirt in their eyes, only dirt in their eyes
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| Their eyes make me sad, their eyes make me sad
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| Their eyes make me sad, their eyes make me sad
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| There is only dirt in their eyes, only dirt in their eyes
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| There is only dirt in their eyes, only dirt in their eyes
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| Their eyes make me sad, their eyes make me sad
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| Their eyes make me sad, their eyes make me sad |