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I've lost in the present time, before (that) it in my eyes is returned,

the world it's an empty sphere,

We are losers!,

In this time I am motherfucker

the creation reached its end

I'm the motherfucker,It's the bukowsky stile.

Liars,pain,sadness, fear,…… music from the graveyard.

Pain-

Sadness

-sorrow-

fear,

show me,

take me,

until the end.

Is The principle of this fucked lies,

that transport the essence of god,

it's the alcool and the disgrace

Promises and other lies, which should i live for?

Just another drink…..and I'm the living dead

I've lost in the present time, before (that) it in my eyes is returned,

the world it's a empty sphere,

We are hatred!,

In this time I am motherfucker

the creation reached its end

I'm the motherfucker,It's the bukowsky stile.