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I'm in a state of shock I'm creeping up and down your block I'm looking into you I'm trying to catch your view It's not a quiet meditation Oh, that we know Darkness makes the night more cold That's what we know about me Satisfied wise child Creeping heart and frozen perfection You can touch my hand I drink a case of you Heaven's not about your reputation Yeah that we know Forever means the night turns gold That's what we know about you It's been quite a ride With you my sweet, here by my side Funny how the mountains slide We're stepping across the great divide Our bodies vibrate slowly Yeah, that we know Bound to give it

Don't believe them for a moment For a second, do not believe, my friend When you are down, them are not coming With a helping hand Of course this is no us and them But them they do not think the same It's them who do not think They never step on spiritual path They paint their faces so differently from ours And if you listen closely That war it never stops. Be them new Romans Don't envy them my friend Be their lives longer All their longer lives are spent Without a love or faithful friend All those things they have to rent But we who see our destiny In sound of this same old punk song Let rest originality for sake of passin