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You do not want to be like everyone else, but you are not special
Stupidly not rushing, born at the wrong time,
The brain does not plow like an old Wenchester.
Bitch, without honor, you're getting ready to sit.
To all who o-hurt, o-grieve, stab with a knife in the fuck.
Fuck death, she’s waiting for me all stripped under the covers.
This bitch was crying, but it didn’t hurt.
It looked pathetic, because with cut veins,
I’ve never been in such a situation,
All bones were breaking around his neck, as if they were nuggets.
Fear, hatred, tears, rage.
Bitch, you're not sorry.
Everyone’s dream is breaking, as if their life has been tattered,
Even a thin wall breaks with a blow.
It didn’t fit anyone, I’m a criminal in my life,
It is incomprehensible to anyone, no one redeems the appearance.
I choose an image so as not to bite the filth,
Don’t try to stop me, you hear, fag.
For God's sake.
Apparently you're not ready, heavy sigh, my few words.
Indeed, in front of your face, yours is fear, mine is a rude tone.
I don’t understand you, no tears, but I feel sorry for you,
Remember, pidrila, it always will be.
On my hands it’s either blood or something, I didn’t see you happy again,
and you are on your knees asking you to be given a role in this life again.
THIS WILL BE A CURSE BUT WE ARE NOT ABLE TO GIVE ANYTHING NEW TO THEM
THROUGH Tears And Fears, Apparently End In Minor These Tales
AND EVERYTHING ARE CHARGING, NOT FAR FOR MEANING,
EVERYTHING ENDS ON WHEN THE LOUDSHELL SOUND. PAH
