kill the intellectuals - friendship cemetery | Текст песни

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• kill the intellectuals
• friendship cemetery

head over to friendship cemetery,
picking flowers for your special someone,
pain has just begun,
you want me dead
like every other murderer in this world,
you want me dead
like every other murderer in this world,
you want me dead,
the wishes are growing in the field,
but we cut them down like our legs,
cry for the amputees,
this is my reality (not yours),
but the real beauty and evanescence in this society isn't fleeting *sarcasm*
you want me dead like every other murderer in this world
Just think of all the people who feel lost and lonely and terrified of mankind ad the universe that encompasses us,
now think of them taking shits,
(suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer)
the human condition,
suffer,
ignorance is bliss,
(suffer, suffer, suffer, suffer for nothing)
wishes grow in friendship cemetery
*hopeful shift*
[make your bed and go outside, breathe in the light, this is yours]