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By sick fate we are bornThey should have used condomsEverything is being blamed on usMistakes, their fuck-upsWeight of the world on shouldersMentally so close to breakdownLife tends to become distortedWhen everything is shit except pissSuicide is not a solutionBut it remains an excellent optionPerhaps the time is ripe to goTime to harvest what we have sownFrom wet womb we are tornThrown in their nightmare worldYear after year being pushed too farTill we cross the final lineSuicide is not a solutionBut it remains an excellent optionPerhaps the time is ripe to goTime to harvest what we have sownRotten seeds have now grown upSeparate them from the good onesMay all deathwishes come now trueAnd conclude that: B.16.15.18.21.24.25!!!
By sick fate we are bornThey should have used condomsEverything is being blamed on usMistakes, their fuck-upsWeight of the world on shouldersMentally so close to breakdownLife tends to become distortedWhen everything is shit except pissSuicide is not a solutionBut it remains an excellent optionPerhaps the time is ripe to goTime to harvest what we have sownFrom wet womb we are tornThrown in their nightmare worldYear after year being pushed too farTill we cross the final lineSuicide is not a solutionBut it remains an excellent optionPerhaps the time is ripe to goTime to harvest what we have sownRotten seeds have now grown upSeparate them from the good onesMay all deathwishes come now trueAnd conclude that: B.16.15.18.21.24.25!!!