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Hunger devours the throat
I thought for a long time for too long
The waves of pain are introduced into a coma
Around me is a puddle of blood

The sea drowns at the bottom of the crowd
Copies of the tops break the path
After my will
Years proudly beat the way

The value of the role will kill the profile
The bone will show me where will the will
There is one chance to a million
And we are drowning


Tears will melt red ice
Spring emotions will open an atrophied mouth
Demonic laughter pierces the grotto
Madness in the pores hungry bot

The cell behind the cage we are in the cage
Children to the wind is an insensitive freak
Last coins for antidote
Black eyes come out on the table

The latest desire is more anger
The next dreamer will throw bones
By summer, the city will nourish a thunderstorm
The body also asks for rest

Blood in drains carries will
A thin rod drops into the abyss
Veus from veins flows in a stream
And we will drown in it as a result


Under the blade of a knife like a vegetable my life
I will be divided into you and you and myself
Launching everything around in a blue drunken decadence
Competing among themselves in the first places

We squeeze the world with our own hands
We squeeze harder than the eyes we
Trying to see the opponent in front of him
We eat those whom we create

Launching everything around in a blue drunken decadence
Under the blade of the knife, we squeeze the more stronger eyes
We see an enemy in you an enemy
We compete in life in the first places

Losing yourself losing yourself changing you
Changing you praying you yourself
I will become great when I stay alone
One on the ground under the knife blade


While we wind the wires on the feet
We tie ourselves harder and stronger
Stamping still accusing the same bodies
Water is getting dark but still bright

Prophesied death from the cross and fire
But the roller of cars changed the vector
And now no one is afraid of death
On vs wants to go far

All thinner and thinner line of life today
Parts of structures for assembly are lost
Washing tears
Shining brighter than the hottest sun

The backs break under the load of hopes
We look upward no reason
And there are not enough words to express pain
For those who lost in the war for freedom

Salt comes from dreams
Passes the dawn without meeting
Young Apollo from fate running away
Expensive steep reaching the edge

Triite, after all, the soul is golden
Either from the wind of the screech biting
Interfering with talking about the most important
The start -ups were insignificant once said

Rotten hearts dragging the banner
Iron foundations hiding the truth
But we all know
Where we disappear
But we all know
Where we get
But we all know
Where we get
But we all know
Where we get
But we all know
Where we disappear

(We are disappearing, everything)