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Last Jump Out Of History
02:32
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you are the pain i left after me.
you are the last person to trust in this city.
let me take you out to the ending minute.
let me wipe your face off the face of the earth.
break you.
end you.
see your fucking face.
take it.
stomp it.
lend you a new one.
and break it.
i'll always find what to do with you.
it's off.
and if god's got a plan.
then you are probably not a part of it.
and if god's got a plan.
you are probably going to die of fuck knows what.
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Last Comment
02:40
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under my feet.
you will be.
you will be.
under my feet.
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CMPUNKISHOME
02:19
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smacked on top of the head.
with the hand of a king nachos.
i buried his body in the east river.
as the light buzz was summoning thunder.
and then i looked under the ice.
and the name under.
and the face i was after.
and i thought.
what do i care for CMPUNK?
i got problems of my own.
CMPUNK is free at last.
CMPUNK is finally home.
a lot of time has passed since.
and i can't say that i'm the same anymore.
i guess i'd still end a few more lives.
yeah lend a bullet to their fucking temples.
but not him though.
what do i care for CMPUNK?
i got problems of my own.
CMPUNK is free at last.
CMPUNK is finally home.
one last look at the dusted floor under my fucking bed.
one last look at my black and white worn out chevron.
one more look before i move the fuck on.
what do i care for CMPUNK?
(back from muthafuckin' dead)
i got problems of my own.
(back from muthafuckin' dead)
CMPUNK is free at last.
CMPUNK is finally home.
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and when that brain feels fried.
you still have to let the shit out.
let. it. all.
out.
holy light of hell.
come try us.
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NetherlandsTwo
03:46
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today god leaves.
today god leaves netherlands.
t̸̢̨̛̛̛̝̲͎͙̜̦̭̺̭̎̍̃̔̑̇̓̀̓̃̆̿̿̆͑̊̾̓͗̀̏͒̈́͂͘͝ǫ̸̛͉͖̖̯̻̣̰͈̞̬͔̮͓̻̪̝̰̦͍̟̜͇͊̾̆̋̀̄̃̽̈́́͂̃͑̐̈́̈́͒̊̇̐̃͋̃̀̂͌̀͌̔̊̅̔́̆͋͊͆̆͛̀̆̎͐͛̕̕̕͜d̵̡̛͖͖̭̟̻͈͙̩̭̝͇̏̋́͛̓̄́̓͗͋͑͊̍́͊͑̿̂͛͌̒̄̉̔̓̅̓͂̾̆͗̅́̈́̀́̊̃͘͝͝͠a̶̡̡̧̛͖͕̻̼͙͖͓̮̣̭̜̤͙̠̤̞͈̠̠̦̪̜̗͚̩̘͓̣͛̎̆̀͂͂̽̈́̄̀̈́̉͋̈́́̚̕͠ͅy̸̡̡̥͓̝̣̰̗̠̞̩͚͎͙̪̜͖͎͎̙̆̍̑͆̆́̇͗́̀̿̐̓̆̓̍̓͐̌̊̀̔́͒̊̓̏̈́̍̋̔̅̈̚̚͘̕͜͝ͅͅ ̸̢̨̢̧̤̹̭̳̬͎̹̼̤̰̘̣͈̘͖̰̘͇̫̫̻͉͓̥̺̘̜̭͙̤̗̱̉̀̓̊̏̀͂̌̈́̓̀̾̌̂̅̒̈̏̿̓̀̓̽̌̆͊̚͘͠ͅͅͅͅg̸̰̜͖̭̍̏̅̉̅͂̀̆̓̄͐̅͆̃͑́̊̎̔̀͌̈́̾̉̓̚ở̷̞̙̦̠͍͇͕͙͖̗̀̂̐̄̂̄͐̓̆̑͂̋̈́̕̕͜͜͝͝͠d̶̨̢̡̢̧̛̮̠̠͈̜͙͓̝̞̖̥̙̘̘̯͈̱̮̥̗͈͚͋́̿̃̒̿͛́̿̋͑͒̓͗̐̇́̓̇͂͐̋̈́̚̚̚͜͝͝ͅ ̸̡̡͎̺̖̭̠͖̜̤̤͍̦̫̩̪̖̯̮̼̯̘̩̩̭̣͓̀͐͊̓̇̈̆̐͜͠l̵̡̨̡̨̡̛̛̤̼̜̫͕̫̦̜͚͖̝̯͖̤̻̤̳͕̲̙̫͈̻̬̗̻͍̦͕̜̈̊̃̀̌̎̈͐̈́͐͂̐͛̌̓̒̂͂̋͋̑͆̏̋̈̔̽̑̌̏̃̃̆̇̿̂͐̓̐̒͌͗̃̀̂͆́͗͜ͅͅͅẻ̸̢̧̧̧̢̢̘̳͚̣̮̞̠͇͓͉͎̱̖̮̩̩̳̖̳͈̳̬̫̩͔̰̘͇̠̱͈͕̘͈͇̰̥͍̜͕̄͒̔̒̋̈́̈́̓̇̎̊̂̽͐̈́͊̉̋͊̋̊́̋̀̀̇̈̅̈́̾̓̇͑̾̆̑͘̕͜͠͝ͅͅa̵̡̨̙͉̳̲͎̟̩̝͓̾͌͑̎͗̃̊̇̈́͌͂͊̓̎́͊͒̄͊̚̚͘͝ͅv̷̨̖̰͕̭̬̯̰́͋͛͑̎́́̀̿̅̓̿̀̈̋̿͛͐̄̂͐̿͌͌͑̽͌͊͆̿̏̚̕̕͝͝͝e̷̡̨̧̡̡̧̢̢̢̻̬͓̭̣͕̦̞̗̲̞̞̘̗͓͉͇̜͍̹͎͇̬͎͍̲̱͉̼̯̗̤̝͑̔̓̂́ͅͅͅͅş̷͎͉̦̮̞̩̹͓̮̹̻͙͕͓̞̖̬̟̣̯͍̹̘̿̂̊͛͒͆͗̈́̐͜͜ͅ ̶̢̢̨̢͉̞̗̯̟̦̘̱̝͍̺̟͔͕͚̮̥͎̻͇͓̫̻̞̞̩̖̬̜̩̳͙͈͙̞̑̊̋̔̏́͋͐̑͒̈́̿̊͆̔͌͐̀̉̄̕͜͝ͅͅͅͅn̷̡̛̼̯͈̦̠̗͈̬̲̪͇͕͚̤̞̙̠̪̮̼̟̈́̂̄̅͒̌͐̒̇̔͂̿̈́̈́͆̏͌̅̈́͘͜͜ê̶̟͓̻̟͚̣͕̝̰̮̹̫̦͈̻̺̘͕̏̽̒͋́̅͜t̶̢̛̛̛͙͔̟̠̙͍̘̟̜͐́̌̔̂̉̐̑̊̑́̾̊̈́̑̋̀͐̔̈́̌̇͌̀̈̈́̿̚͘͘̚͝͠h̶̢̛̛̭̯̬̰̺͈̼͚̪̠̠̟̑͋̅́͒̓̾̒̋͒̽͆̀̽̾̈́̑̏͌͌̿̕̕̕͝͠ę̸̨̢̧͖̜̫͔̞͇̿̈́͌̿͑́̎͂͒̌͂̒̒̋̀̋̋̀́̊̐̐̈́̇͊̈́͑̉̓̏̊͛̒̔̍̄͐̂́̇̃̂̎̚r̵̡̛̛̖̭̪̪͕͂͐͛̓̀̊̀͑̽̂͌͂̈́̊͆̂̈́̇̒̆̃̆̀́̆̽͋͑̇̓̃̓̋̎̍͛̈́͊̀͌̾͘̕̕̕͠͝͠͝͝l̷̢̛̤̩͇͚͔͈͕̮͙̮͇̾̿̓͋̄̃͑̈́͂̋͂̾͒̍͆̊̓̃̈́̂́͑̽̈́͂͐̇̒̿̊̀̀̃̽͌̆̊̇̂̄̍̀̽͗̆͆͊̚͜͝͠͝a̶̢̟̦̭̱͓̮̮͉̘̻͖̭̞̩̝̅͐̄͐̾͐̈̆́͋̈́̆n̴̢̨̨̛͔̪̬͙̳̂̔̓͐̑͗̽̓̈́͗̉̐͐͆̽̂̀̄͒̽̊̓̅͑͆̆̈́̿͊́̉̋̈̐͘̚͝͠ḑ̶̲̤̗̥̫̟̲͔͕̼̳͍̺̜̬͎̼̹͖̤͉͇͉̳͕̦̫̅̽̐̑̈̽̍̓͛͆̓̆͐̾̈̈́̈́̈́̿̒́͆͛͒͊̇͗͋͗̊̈̏͑̆͐̚̚̕͝͠͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅs̵̢̢̡̢̡̧̨̨̢̢̛͚̤͚͙̘̣̹̤͍̯̖̫̠̰̙̥̱̟̻̻̟̹̮̞̗͖̥͉͍̪̤̮̳̩͎̝̉̐̍͋͋̾̍́̐̎̈́͌͒̓͆̂̇͗͑͗̓̈͒͑̎̊͒͆̈́̋̊̇͛̀͘̚͜͝͠͝ ̷̡̛̮͓̲͎͕̙̼͈̦̩̗̝̟̣͇̲̲̙̤̬̩̫̳͍̣͙̱̣̻̳̜̭̣̝͕̱̓̃͐̈̐̄̏̈̂̇̄͊͂̒̀̀͊̀̈́͐͋̀͗̀̈́̃̃͊́̓̐̒͋̚̕̚͝͠͝ͅą̷̡̧̛̹͍͔̼̠͎͍͙͓̠̠̳͉͚̪͎̬͍̘̹͔͈̼̼̩̝͚̻̭̪̜͚̣͕̠͕̫̺̥̭̊̈̍̑̓͋̉͊̍̇̈́̂͑͊͗̅̌̉̔͆̈́͒͛͐͊͂̋́̀̀̑͑́̊̆͗̏̕͘͘͝͝͝ͅͅļ̵̢̛͔̺͚̝̗͖̖͕̖̫͙͍̦͇̭͔̣̩͙̱͚̼̺̗̘̗͈͚͎͔̤̪̰̻͈͉̖̥̱̹̩̩̗̙̍̂̏͑̔̄͂͌̎̈́̓̊̐͐̀̊̏̈́̊̅͛̂̔̿̆̈̆͘̚͜͜͠͠͠͝͝ǫ̴̧͚͔̤̼͚̺͙̺͚̼͓̼̜̠̤̣͎̖͚͙͇̫͕͉̳̰̲̜̖̟̪̪̯̻͔̳̯̲̫͇̻̾̈̋͆̀͆̔͐͛̈́͜͜͝͝͝n̸̢̻̯̠̖̳̺͚̣̺̩̳̜͍̮̪̬͍̯͇̩͕̘͙͓̝̫̝̱̥͎̠̠̔̅̏̀̓͌̉̉̈́͂́͂̀͒̎̈́͊͒͊̈̏̂̒̃͌̈́͊͘̕͜͝͠͠ê̵̡̡̨̥̦̬̲͚͓͚͇̣̽͋͗͋̊͂̉͌͒͗̐̍̐̈́̊̿̀͆͒̈͘͝͝
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this hell goes down in the last minute.
coming back.
he needs to get himself up.
and it's been done before.
if it repeats itself.
then it's good.
it's good.
history must repeat itself.
if it repeats itself.
then it's good.
it's good.
history must repeat itself.
and then you sang about the last time it's been easy to anyone.
and i was crying the whole time.
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today is the day.
when you can and you should.
listen to 'kill yourself'.
by today is the day.
i killed it with fire.
just like i was asked to.
oh yes.
my last rating for you.
my last rating for you doesn't exist.
you's a sucka, you's a bitch.
walking failure, laughter cause.
perkele. perkele. perkele. fuck you!
i am justin timberlake's unborn child.
i can't get a simple job at the cinema theater.
a few blocks down from where i live.
so i decided to steal and kill and be a total fucking nihilist.
i am forever.
unemployed.
i am justin timberlake's unborn child.
i punch dead people.
i spit on graves.
i eat fish with all those little bones.
my mind's been erased.
and i don't think that i'm any good too.
and it's probably not what we wanted.
but now is not the time to give a shit.
today is the day.
when we will count no more days.
but if we're being completely honest.
i'm just a little upset about something.
not a single little jazz thing on this.
not a little single jazz thing to make me jizz.
not a single little jazzy thing on this.
not a little single jazz thing to make me jizz.
but i'll get over it.
so it's time to say goodbye.
to rigged bottom to god's sky.
you will hear the words.
we will live by.
and that, motherfuckers.
is how you say goodbye!
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ilIl Moscow, Russia
total shite
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