[Verse 1]
I am 24 years old, I survived, led to slaughter
The date, attitude, microphones and content change
Used to sick, destroyed places
From Sodom and Gomorrah through the Hoia Forest to the chamber of their hearts
(who among them will let me enter?) best ever
I like the taste of blood, the pain of sacrifice
Hank Schrader; Lose yourself in it in the long run
It's easier to oversleep a chance than to go into the air, paradox
My examination of conscience is a dirty, crumpled receipt
A paradox, oversleep chance, paradox, hit the ether
I hum while leading the Templar army through Bethel
It's not a newsletter I must feel like I want to write it
The ATP leader in every set for Osiris
Dave Ethell; so much on my head that I breathe harder
Trendsetter; I'm fed up with jobless questions
Why rap? Why me? Why? Take me and shoot me
If you are my ego, say hello to my psychiatrist (disaster)
[Chorus]
Imponderabilia x5
[Verse 2]
I rejected every one of them contracts and receipts
So leave me the fuck alone or value me, keep quiet
I could have sold every one of my compacts and nothing
None of the costumers from the fair, cool oh well, deal with it
He's beating the guy and telling me that the album sounds like techno
Go away, child, because I've listened to too much Necro
It's hard to curse me, I'm condemned, made up
You have it in your hands when you figure out how to write a punchline
It's hard to convince me, I'm sensory-sick
My deleted one is yours life line; Palmistry
The culprit, I stand with stones, rest in peace
Clap louder or give me that hate in my face
[Chorus]
Imponderabilia x8

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