[Verse 1: Guzior]
I follow the impulses most surely, although in the fog I follow where the voice calls from where
I still follow it, I have to reach it, before it burns completely, because it's a fire night after night
These black holes are burned with joints, you know, we finally have space in our heads
And my skills are like my pupils - they are growing in the eyes
Internal barometer, is the pressure familiar to me? I see more again
I feel like I'm flying in a balloon - each subsequent burnt bag, I'm higher
And I see sentences, assign them as if from a recording, the voice doesn't scream, and there's distortion you are leaving
They can only drag me to the disk, because I never want to be any closer to this land
Are you looking for meaning? Not here, I guessed to me, through which in the dick
I am able to make a lot at this moment, the ground will shift
I think I'm already flying, because I've walked so much that I can't feel my legs
[Refrain: Quebonafide] x8
Kyrie eleison...
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
As if I was playing goalkeeper, constant balance on the fucking line
I confuse Faun with Faust, I'm just playing the roles of the moment
I treat you like an abstraction, no matter what, no matter how
Don't be offended if you fall asleep next to him, in fact, I'm about to fall asleep alone
And what if they banish us from paradise the next day ? We'll end up on the edge like starlight
The pressure is sinking because there are too many bars in this city that won't let me sleep
And each of their words opens my pocket again the knife already
I don't know if I'm very afraid, too afraid, or if I'm gnashing my teeth because of the frost, tell me
I'm an artificial product, a free mason, a worn-out symbol
Myself choose how to free yourself from scandals (Because of what the fuck?!)
I am the sum of atoms, electrons and radium
I like to say what I am, so help us, come on I didn't think about... guess
[Scratch: DJ Ace]
[Chorus: Quebonafide] x8
[Verse 3: Quebonafide]
I only became a tester just to feel what the universe tastes like
I'm a tester, I change goals and I'm just trying my luck
Something's wrong here, they don't like my mastery?
A few conclusions from Hegel - let me scatter them in parts
I have it written on my fingers - is it desire or delusion?
The Devil's Advocate - I'm not here I'm not sure about the existence of pregnancies
I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel
He, he, he... at least the best
I have nightmares every day they're ruining my nights, take me away from here before I die
Harry Angel - it's as uncertain as what will happen next
I intensify my litany, I party like the Maoritans
And steal their hearts and take their places where we will find amen
[Scratch: DJ Ace]

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