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Which one of you is the doctor, and which one is the judge?
There's acid around me, but there's emptiness inside me
Hope is gone, colors are gone
I can tell you, you won't understand a damn thing
What I say, I don’t mean it lightly
Gentlemen, the black snake has risen
Now there is only slander in your souls
I'm just deaf, I can't hear myself
There isn't enough paper to explain everything here.
My muse is among you, it’s like an orphan here
My fables, my main feature
Their main symptom is severe nausea
Don't look for the meaning of the text, it simply doesn't exist
I'll wrap you a huge bouquet of stitches
Don't look for a plot here, the plot is a secret
I’ll spin a strange verse out of words for you
I'll burn in my thoughts, I'll invite you to a banquet
My burnt portrait will hang on the wall
Pull yourself together, go into the office
The answer to your questions will lie there

Don't look for the meaning of the text, it simply doesn't exist
Don't look for a plot here, the plot is a secret
Don't look for the meaning of the text, it simply doesn't exist
Don't look for a plot here, the plot is a secret
Don't look for the meaning of the text, it simply doesn't exist
Don't look for a plot here, the plot is a secret
Don't look for the meaning of the text, it simply doesn't exist
Don't look for a plot here, the plot is a secret