I got this sickness chillin in me
Drives me like a russian tank
Disruptive actions
Burned obstructions
Walls desecrated
I couldn't stop it cuz I don't know
How to peacefully fight to be free
You must be some kind of a genius
Your carelessness I can see
You're desecrated
The social casualties surrounding me
I must survive this fate
Ephedrine dosage every hour
Self desecrated
There's no reflection
Just shadows of our lost convictions
Llet's constructivism reign
Hacked transmission
Rebellion remains
No sleep 'til stalingrad |
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