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Give me back the peace I once have had Rise from black that filled my inner land Naive way out is tempting to be chosen By corrupt man, submissive to the poison Bottoms up! Cheers to you! Intoxicate My inert mind Just lose control Subject to my regime Detach from sphere Where others living in Submerge your heart In ethanolic dreams And live apart From world of monotony You never thought About your closest ones While you were ought To be father for us You chose your fate To be blissfully numb It is too late To seek for peace, you scum God, you know, I tried to understand Why he throws our love to lifeless wasteland But I can't pretend that I have strength to Bear this rant about his lack of virtue Bottoms up! Cheers to you! Intoxicate My inert mind Just lose control Subject to my regime Detach from sphere Where others living in Submerge your heart In ethanolic dreams And live apart From world of monotony You never thought About your closest ones While you were ought To be father for us You chose your fate To be blissfully numb It is too late To seek for peace, you scum I just had enough Of constant criticize Please just leave me, let me drown in poison of my life Refuse to speak up About my corrupt heart Solitude is best companion for man in constant doubt Time is up For us to cry Just accept It's end of line No more awe Room for doubts Just live on With gloom of stout Father broken by ethanolic dreams And son corrupted by the lack of him Generation trauma is transmitted through the sins of elders To be carried by the younglings that refuse to speak about their stigma Stigma-fuckin'-tised By your self-despise Please explain me why you left me to be dehumanized It was easy way out To left me in the dark But you ignored that your own demons was put into my mind Time is up For us to cry Just accept It's end of line No more awe Room for doubts Just live on With gloom of stout Father broken by ethanolic dreams And son corrupted by the lack of him Generation trauma is transmitted through the sins of elders To be carried by the younglings that refuse to speak about their stigma
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