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That shit´s deep in me, Caniz I am...
There´s a road that keeps on going nowhere
To the heaven or hell, to the place where you were born, where your imagination can swell, while you´re running without looking back, why don´t you look up front, wonder where you´re heading, will you get there still alive...
Suprise fool! In the middle you die
Like a dying man that catches at the strow, you all look to me, ain´t that so silly
All the stupid bullshit they tought you, all the silly stories they´ve told you
Somewhere inside you know it´s alive, it´s a far from the day you´ll stop looking at the Sky
But you keep pitty me like a kind of freak, you throw me to a cell because of sin of infidels
I blast you, you hate me
I hate you, you blast me
Nobody can see the end to this blasphemy
I´m Caniz, you wouldn´t know
This outlaw, breaks all´ya
Now tell me why the fuck are you people running for
No way out, no nothing, just the pain from the sin
Bring´em in, let´em know, one day we´re all gonna die
I´m the shit you can´t be, I fly high, you hate me
Nobody could ever stop this hate and blasphemy
I see ugly people that gather around me
Under hovering clouds they betray and they despise me
I ain´t the judge, even God isn´t what he seems to be
Look around those frightened people, you will never find another me
Yes, I am good and bad but you are the ugly, with your inconcivibile trying to stop and enlight me
Could you tell me what you feel when you´ll be dying, in Caniz/Sharif I trust, mighty dollar is lying
This is true blasphemy, Lord can you hear me???
I ain´t going to heaven or hell when I die, so what´s the fucking meanning of life,
it all comes and goes and you can get what you want, no rules and no answers, it´s all just a bitch, another man just another infidel
I blast you, you hate me
I hate you, you blast me
Nobody can see the end to this blasphemy
This sin is no sin in dead (land)... - many times
Bow down,
to this outlaw nation
Caniz and Sharif with H.K. -
Spreading infinite infidelity
Sting of this nettle might burn your hands...
Never die, never fade, never fail, never to be forgotten
This sin is winsome
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