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I don't waste my time on nerves and tears
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For sadness and anger, I feel sorry for the days
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I don't want to remember these quarrels and guilt
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I want to forget about what is bad today
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Yesterday was yesterday, I think it's time to wake up
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How can you hate people, stifle your anger?
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I'm sorry deaf and blind to changes
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We stick to the frame that was built by the black Piar
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There is monochormia in the deeds
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Subjective guilt flows down the stream of memories
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The line of life is shrinking, people are suffocated by hatred
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Old wounds hurt, but they can't kill us
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They alienated themselves with words somewhere
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The reports have the status of "Fuck you"
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These animosities are the driving force behind strength
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And the model of the project on a perpetual motion machine
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The wolf ticket glows in your hand every now and then
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By monitoring our private history
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This is our leitmotif; |
hungry for disappointments
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We hate people to be able to love them, but.
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The world poisons our feelings, people show anger
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The second disturbs us, only trash unites us
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Everyone has this dream when their conscience speaks
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And it affects the day and casts a shadow on friendship
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I think each of us has played a bastard at least once
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Spitting the venom, he felt the adren growing
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This winding path rules the world from childhood
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It whitens us and the rest is homo sacer, therefore
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I walk over the ruins, over burnt bridges
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To write on the walls "Worship antagonism"
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We, thirsty for blood like mouths, have our ale
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Day after day, we wind up this spiral
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We do not even remember where the regrets came from, because the genesis
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We don't care when we want to hang the dogs
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Regrets as old as coal and they are alive
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Life is running out of us behind the glass
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