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04:37
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WiΔc powiedz jak waΕΌysz me czyny,
Jak cenisz nie wiedzΔ
c czym zΕo.
Przy ktΓ³rym numerze jest moje imiΔ,
JeΕΌeli mogΔ zabiΔ ot tak?
Czym sΔ
te twoje cyfry,
Gdzie w nich to twoje cierpienie?
ZrΓ³b miejsce dla mnie,
Bym mΓ³gΕ pokazaΔ czym jest piekΕo !
To moja skala zΕa !
Ten dylemat nΓ³ΕΌ czy sznur,
RΕΌnΔ
Δ czy siekaΔ, ciΔ
Δ czy tΕuc?
WidzΔ dobro w swojej gΕowie,
NoΕΌem tworzΔ swΔ
historiΔ.
BΓ³l!
Tylko bΓ³l!
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I Know Your Future
03:45
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Cut your hours on the knife edge
And you see the heat in my eyes.
I will write your name with blood.
You will be my new toy.
Crying and asking for death.
End for an end that is still far away.
How fun to decide about you.
And how now you will
Suffer and crawl.
Look again; this reflection is you.
Your fear and my triumph side by side.
I'll know you today
And I know I will kill you tomorrow.
Because I am the end.
The last breath of your life.
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Son of Sam
05:49
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And before you reach the goal,
Before you give me your name,
Before you look into my eyes,
You will find many scum.
Logically the dogs tell me what to do
logically what the fuck you don't understand.
Listen to the dark streets,
Listen to death; screams of victims
Listen to the gun shots
Listen to death; (that's) my laugh.
Bang bang bang !!!
I am a war I am a demon,
I am a genius I am a murderer
I am an unholy incarnation of evil
Say goodbye and goodnight.
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4. |
Your Last Step
04:16
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Don't you fight anymore
It will hurt more
Every second will
Be suffering
When you're doing so
to die today quickly
but, oh well, it is so much
SO much fun
You can live but no future (other) than death.
Dare with devil waiting around the corner
He will ask "why you goad it?"
If You just want it to be over
And to live
Do they do it all for yourself?
I am waiting at the end of this road
With that axe, rope and hammer
You are my main prize
You are my, my first victim
I am your, your last step
You are my madness series,
I am your familly sadness
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5. |
Day's Covered Eyes
05:16
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The day's covered eyes
glare back through
frosted pains of glass
lonely they stare β sad
my empathy reaches out
hopes reflected in muddy puddles
that snuggle a grassless earth
brown muck colored
tear stained
The greens are not a green
the grays are grayer
night is always closer
staying partly overtime tired.
clouds overhead duck
and weave about the cold breezes
smells of places never seen
dance and fly
orphaned
The greens are not a green
the grays are grayer
night is always closer
staying partly overtime tired.
my soul's shadow sits out
this dance of usual lifting
when my spirit soars
above dainty little things
of the heart, depressing.
even ponds sit apprehensive,
shrugging here and there
white fingers pointing
to clouds as they pass ducking.
cool pains of glass
reflect me thru a curtain
this sad still day
out of breath
trying to hug back.
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6. |
Bones and Teeth
03:25
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They must look for you
Days pass
Somewhere tears are flowing
There is no trace
Whatsoever,
The heaps of ground
hide my work,
I hid you whole
You had name and face
The same face is now
Shown in the news.
And I know where i'll find you
I come there every night.
And I am watching if you are
Still covered deep under ground
I am burning with joy
You're rotting in nothingness.
Whene someone digs you out,
He will only find bones and teeth.
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Tons of Mud
06:28
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I fuck this past that humiliates
So that I hide my feelings in solace,
Wandering in the clouds, seeking strength,
He flies like a lucky man when I approach her.
I put a suicide note in the package,
I pour glass there, water it with tears,
I recall the failed life exam,
I direct curses to the fucking Trinity.
I am looking for an envelope stained with venom,
Faith in God unfortunately escaped
I'm sending this letter to the gates of hell
I'll go with the devil; hellish tandem.
So he has to suffer.
I belive it.
He laughs at the naΓ―ve naivety
Those who give a shot,
To accept tons of mud,
Still counting in favor of another.
I hide my face in my hands,
Because my heart breaks with regret
When I see your hand
Collect the harvest in lies.
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