Ранетки Я работаю в похоронном бюро продавцом сахарной ваты

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One, two, three!

Yeah!

Drop it!

Bones in the water and dust in my lungs
Absorbing, archaic, like a sponge

The ultimate way, is the way you control
But can you stay if you detach your soul?

Bury the present, and squeeze out the past
The ones who endear to never last

Chemical burns and the animalistic
I'm just another hard-line pseudo-statistic

Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I'm dying to feel this! (Dying to feel this)
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)

Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth
Trying to commit to what’s beneath

To find the time is to lose the momentum
You learn the lessons and immediately forget them

Automatic and out of my reach
Consult all the waste to find the key

Minimal life and the polysyllabic
I'm just another blank page
Push the button, pull the rage!

Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I'm dying to feel this! (Dying to feel this)
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)

I am all
But what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control but I comply
Pick me apart then pick up the pieces
I’m uneven!

I am the damaged one
All my life and the damage done

I am the damaged one
All my life and the damage done

I am the damaged one
All my life and the damage done

I am the damaged one
All my life and the damage done!

Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I'm dying to feel this (I’m dying to feel this)
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I'm dying to feel this! (I’m dying to feel this!)
Can you feel this? (Can you feel this?)
I'm dying to feel this! (I’m dying to feel this!)
Can you feel this? (No!)
No!

I am all
But what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control but I comply
Pick me apart then pick up the pieces
I’m uneven!

I am all
But what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control but I comply
Pick me apart then pick up the pieces
I’m uneven!