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I can't care for the cure
Things don't suck anymore - they fuck!
I inherited every piece of the cowardice of my parents
And wrote it down
As a faded top-ten list in a dusty hall of fame
Call it the book of dead slackers

So hey
Break a myth
And when we understand enough about the system to ride it

Ia!

While the wind blow sarcastic
But he blows
What a blowjob
My dick is sore about it
And I'm looking for a deeper soul to detonate

Hey
Perfect dummy
It rumours
And I playing chess with my killed soul

NS:

Don't shit my sunshine
I only play notes
So I can not feel the terror.