Black Propaganda - I Clean My Mind Imploring for Coma | Текст песни

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• Black Propaganda
• I Clean My Mind Imploring for Coma

Lend me every day life
pay me to go on with the game, alone
another empty day, wasted in shit
I feel sick
I'm fed up with your money
frustrated, used
I see myself dying out in dullness
just treat me like a pig
don't turn, I had learnt from the best ones

I'm wicked, eager for life and coward
you feel guilty for those who die of thirst
you're a fucking hypocrite
just shut your mouth

I kneel down in front of you
without shame
fuck you and all your lies

raise the curtains over this sluggish shape
you drag yourself with no duties
such a great result
you are offering me only drought and slaves without a master
a son of a bitch who exploits you
this is all I can do

I laugh hysterical thinking about tomorrow
days of expectation have finished
look at yourself
to continue your way at the centre of despise

I kneel down in front of you
without shame
I will show my toxin to you

the day changes
I change my day

I clean my mind imploring for coma
a different day
tired of hiding, today I'll be myself