I flew high
And fell low
I was at the top
And saw God at work
I burned in hell
Küà fucked the devil's ass
I looked into heaven
And into my own grave
I messed with angels
I celebrated victories
I triumphed and lost
I died of love
I lost a lot
But never my dreams
Some came true
But most remained foam
Empty words
On a dead day
My brain is in a fog
Too much coke, not enough sleep
Too much of everything
A little death
I shot myself
Switched off
Overtook myself
I knew everything
And forgot everything
I came, saw and conquered
And ate shit
Whatever comes of it
Nothing comes of it
Same shit every day
I want out of here
Empty words
On a dead day
My brain is in a fog
Too much coke, not enough sleep
Too much of everything
A little death
I shot myself down
Cut out
Overtook myself

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