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Metropolis creates mob and mob creates its face |
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Megalopolis builds barriers, you die under their stress |
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The mob creates its atmosphere: |
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Bitches, drugs, guns for sale. |
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I'm a stranger in the city, in its rotten part |
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I will destroy the barriers and |
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If I win I'll get lucky! |
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The mob watchfully guards the wall |
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It's very hard to get through! |
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Volunteers in the army's rows, essence of slums and stench |
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Dead body of a city - alienation and water, the beginning of a job |
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Killers from dirty streets, victims of the city's creation |
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Fifty bucks for one head, they are not afraid of this task |
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To approach them is a risk, conscience is taboo |
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To escape them has no sense, losers in the system abound |
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Metropolis creates the gang and the gang defines the city |
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Parasites love this corpse, killers in the army's rows! |
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How many people did you kill? |
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About two hundred and fifty |
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How many murders did you see? |
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About two or three thousand |
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Tell me man, did you use choppers? |
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Yeah, we used choppers to torment!!! |
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And I wait for the darkness to set myself free... |
