Eternal Questions Of Existence

Run away from hell
Please,excuse my smell
Listen,now I'm dead [bad word] my if I sad

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Why
You have to give
You've to forgive
You have to live

I can fly around
Pleaced of the ground
I can see my friends
Frig their balls with hands

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It's my funeral
Ican see it all

Look - it's me in this coffin,I'm deaad
All this [bad word] pretend as thay sad [bad word] my aunt,It's so terrible sound
Oh,It's me,I'm at least under ground

You know what I mean
It feel like in dream
You free and don't care
What stuff you've to wear
Come on join me my friend
You'll find promised land
This [bad word] will suck
We'll newer could give a [bad word] ..