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My mind is clear

My mind is clear
He's growing up
But body wants just go
And f...ck
 
We using drugs
We want get well
Destruction every-everywhere
 
Sleep once a week
Eat your own skin
You scared of church
You're in black-list
 
No drama here
Go to the bath
Please, lock the door
And shut your mouth