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Fire
00:59
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Welcome to our show
Leave your conscience and all your shame
We are not here to entertain
Let us introduce you to sorrows
It’s fake humanity and fucking real face
We are not your heroes
Just follow us and you will see
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Amnesia
03:01
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Now, ‘m paying! The shadow comes!
Oh! ‘m saying, all hope has gone
I don’t understand what’s happening
People cry! People shout!
Dark tragedy comes from me
My mind is blurred
Evil is here, I will fight him
I don’t know why you hate me so much
I will not let him do it
I don’t remember what I did to you
Fucking brain
It takes sometime to realize what I did to you
It takes sometime to realize my big weakness
A glass of hate is between us
Don’t tell me, ‘m scared
Look! You move away from me
I wanna spit out this poison
‘m swearing to you, ‘m swearing to you
I don’t know why you hate me so much
I will not let him do it
I don’t remember what I did to you
Fucking brain
I’ve to make my own way ‘cause
Anybody can hear me
Let bygones and be bygones
I must look into the future
And settle this matter
I should pass on ‘n carry on
It takes sometime to realize my big weakness
It takes sometime for me
It takes sometime for you
Let us sometime to live
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Dead heroes
03:17
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Since I was a little child, you’ve lied to me!
With all these fairy tales, so beautiful!
You tried to make me believe that the world was sweet and protected, by these heroes
You tried to make me believe the world was so sweet
But I’ve learnt to live, without these fakes!
I’ve become critical
You tried to make me believe that the world was sweet and protected, by these heroes
You tried to make me believe the world was so sweet
Superman is dead
What about this fucking Batman
Know he’s still afraid
Of our world we’ve got to-
Day, stop lying to me, stop lying to us
Medias spread their lies each day
And money dominates the world
Medias spread their lies each day
And money dominates the world
Medias spread their lies each day
All the dead are fucking heroes
All the dead are fucking heroes
Listen to me, the story has a good ending
I’ve never wanted to be these heroes
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My gucci eyes
04:10
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Look at me I’m your God
Look at me I’m your Master
Only I
Look at me I’m your Sun
Look at me I’m your Bright Star
Only I
With your Gucci eyes,
You’re walking like a slut
But you’re not my kind of girl
Hey sweetie,
I’d like to rip your eyes out
Sell them ‘n buy you a coffin
‘m important with my shades
My poodle, my life
My desires are commands
It’s full of crap
It’s full of crap
Pretty slut lost it
Pretty slut wants it all
But pretty slut is worthshit
Look at me I’m your God
Look at me I’m your Master
Only I
With your Gucci eyes,
You’re walking like a slut
But you’re not my kind of girl
Hey sweetie,
I’d like to smash your face on the floor
And spit on it you little whore
Flashes on me ‘n’ eyes on me
I look into the mirror
And I worship what I see
It’s full of crap
Open your fucking eyes and see
You don’t mean shit to me
Your face pops up when I take a shit
So you are a hopeless case
Let me choke you
Spit on your world your poor fashion will never be mine
Break it down
Come get your bitchslap
Get away, get away, away
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