I didn´t slept
I haven´t dreamed
So tired
So fucking tired...
There is a lot of sounds here, where i work
Cars, bus, workers, trucks...
And my head spinning
My eyes almost closing
Making everything become to dark
Making another nightmare
But this night, i haven´t dreamed
Not even a nightmare
´Cause i haven´t slept
But i´m fueled
And ready to explode!!!!!!
Kill, making all the pieces fly through the air
And my lungs are hurt
I´m sick
But i don´t give a fuck
Gimme another cigar
Whyskey and let me feel
Feel the grace of being death itself.
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