Sinner Beginnin' of writin' the ninth of May The end of the writin' of the ninth of May Per one day
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Stop pretending, that you're clean, Everyone saw, How many broken jaws did you make, Everyone saw, What did you do, Just do not, say fake the words, Just admit all the committed affairs, Fuck, don't tell FALSE, Come out of your PEACE, Just accept, that there is no way to PARADISE, Don't show who's WISE, Just shut your mouth, And shut up... So, how much can I talk? Yeah, You'll piercing through the stick, And will die from the pain, I know you want to drink some wine, And you'll try to get it at any cost, What? Have you lost something? Well, You'll never get it... SINNER, Demons will eat you for DINNER, WINNER, In any situation, fate chooses the winner, You can be a believer, But it is unknown whether your liver Will remain, You will live with demons, And your life will not be like diamonds, You will live in silence, And you'll live with violence, You are a very small piece of shit, You'll first see the pain, And then you'll rot, You never get rich quick, You'll be sick, just like others, You're just a little Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, just a little Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Demons will eat you for DINNER, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Sinner, Fate always chooses who the winner is...
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