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Balcan Outlaw Cult
On a trip through our balcanizer
Come on, okay
Let me conduct you through my balcanizer
so we can dramatize together
Get you licence to be bad, through our crisis
and we´re dead
Cause we are kind of people poets write songs about
Cause we sin a lot, but remember now you´re same as me
You´re gonna blues with me or what, my drama´s yours too now
Cause we are kind of people that yuor read about
Balcan outlaw cult
Mothafukka don´t provoke your luck
And yes, what I say is what I mean, and we got nothing to lose so we die with no fear
You mothafukkin´ hypocrits
Cause we are kind of people you think we´re lunatics
But let me tell you ´bout morality, with every drink I drink
I can reach immortality, so it seems to you when you thugs with me
It´s Balcan legacy
I smoke and I get high if they pressure me, blast back at them instantly
Stereotypic freaks, poetic style of drama´s in me
And you´re getting paid out, you choke, you catch for breath, you can´t belive
the fact more trouble you´re doing now, balcanized, in dilemma, confessing to me you would do whatever to get free from pain
Cause you ain´t free from error
Now you have your morality, but live with some drama first
I´m your life, what I say, what I do, way I live, it´s all real
I´m your life, I smoke you, you smoke me, just the way it is
We just ride, we´re all cursed, we´re all high, we all die, it´s how it is
Cause we live, in the sin, with no fake bloody morality
I´m your life, what I say, what I do, way I live in this blues
I´m your life, you smoke me, I smoke weed, ´nother pain I don´t need
How much time do you need to realize I´m the victim of lies
So I ride, now I kill you and me, your/our fake morality
I´ll take you on a trip, I´ll take you on a trip
I´ll take you on a trip
Through my, through my balcanizer
Through my balcanizer
You tell me stories
Like you think I wanna know
I don´t wanna be a part of that, destruction´s in your mind
fucking morality, don´t give a fuck about anything
Just ride my Balcan song for your own serenity
Oh shit, another blasphemy, and they think they can judge me
Close your mouth, wipe your eyes before another outlaw dies
Why I don´t care about you bloody past, keep it to yourself and give me the gun to kill this devils´ child
Oh my God, it´s already dead, decceased in December in his bed
God took his soul, he refused to live this pain so he rather died in vain took his paranoia on a trip to hell, hopin´ someday they could live together well
So now I´m close to drama, in this Cult, my morality stops, trough the years in Balcan Outlaw Cult, can´t you see the picture of my great work
When pices collide together my fellings collected in time, fading to black before I die forever
In this outlaw drama of reflected morality, balcanized to eternity,
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