Momenti no

I'm in the water in this tub where I throw a hairdryer on
I would like to meet you in a hundred years hanging together with Rhon
I become aggressive if I'm not, I will learn
in case I see you enter my house I will shoot you
a couple of years ago I was too stupid I know
But I'm paying a price that I won't forget
I'm down so the worst is that I will get worse
I will escape a bomb and self-destruct
My heart still beats but only for a while
Drinking in the car a head-on collision at a hundred with this Renault
And my name is on this tombstone not on a border
My face is still in tears since you said no
And how many women will I meet that I will treat even worse
on this nail my forehead will hit in a second
every time you ask me how much I will condemn myself
Until next month at home with the salary I have so.

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How many moments of no
How many projects and then despite I love you it doesn't work between us
But if I meet you on the street with another I don't know
I will grab his neck by surprise, tighten and strangle him! (x2)

I am surrounded by crazy people who confuse my self
my mother is in paranoia prays and hopes in this God
I am so confused that I don't even know my name anymore
I crash into the house while driving my uncle's van
because I am depressed I have persecution crises
I am ready for inspection when I get off at the station
I want more prostitution around my house
before it explodes in the air due to design defects
I have a deformation my head boiling
we are not a projection we are without protection
I drug the circulation of my blood in secretion
and I push to infection collapsing at breakfast
if I went on television I would be the type that stabs
a cut in the belly tearing Jucas Casella's body
I spit on Pacciani's grave dead in a cell
and I will strangle every boyfriend of yours: Either you will be mine or you will be single.

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I am not interested at all in your comments and do you know why
I have thought too many bad things about myself
I was going to boarding school when it was ninety-three
because my only interests were not much
when I talk to my father I feel the chill inside me
because he doesn't talk to my mother and she doesn't talk to me anymore
I am a wandering insane madman just like you
who becomes schizophrenic in class (what the hell is it?!)
I still have holes in my back that my friends made to me
they wondered what is it that makes him think only for himself?
this is selfishness my nervousness has nothing to do with coffee
and pessimism here sprouts together with the existing hatred
I don't have cash so I don't travel at most I take a bidet
but I ask for a loan from a colleague and buy a thirty-three
to shoot myself in the head in the office when my boss is not there
half ugly brain asshole I'll spray it on the parquet.

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