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THE GRANDEUR OF UNKNOWN

I close my eyes – I hide myself
But you’re still here, eating my wife
Here is my rifle, got the knife
But that’s no use – I’m fighting god

Taking control, I’ve lost my soul
But heaven’s kind – I won’t be fined
They want the ransom? Here is it
But still I’m piece of frozen shit

Man in the armchair dead
He has lost his only sympathy
Everyone would help the weak to sleep
Make friends with me, don’t be scared
I have got my private eden here
Hope you’re really so peculiar

Where are you from? How old are you?
Take off your coat – you can’t refuse
Don’t run away – you’re on display
You’re on the screen – you’ve been foreseen

Man in the armchair dead
He has lost his only sympathy
Everyone would help the weak to sleep
Make friends with me, don’t be scared
I have got my private eden here
Hope you’re really so peculiar

Melancholy for catholics
Only way to know is feeling me
Are you ready for explicit being?
I am not unsympathetic
In my hand is only rescue clue
Are you worth to be a barbecue?

Give Father the happiness
Kill hostage unless they pay
Betrayal is human act
Gospel’s best to erect
Odor of faith decay
God to all of you! I pay
Master has saved me now,
Bitch in a silver blouse

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