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Sure I never been good, and I never been right
I'm destroying the world, but I'm flying so high
It's mistakes, that I’ve done, It's the miles that I've run
It's mine lies, that I've spun It's the people who gone

Here no reason for fun, here all brains full of spam
Human's waste smelly dump, everyone have the stamp
Out of watch, out of feel, heart’s undestroyable steel
But it's my own life-wheel. and I'm going to hill

For the rest. out of all of this
For the bless. from someone who know this
For the death. I swear it's goal of this
For the stress, which makes me to be empty list

And I'm going to hill.. Yeahh... Yeahhh...
I'm going to hill... It's everywhere
And I'm going to hill for excepting the hell
I'm going to hill.
And I well.