Go to be target, to be hunter
Leave my hands like a rebel son
Entertain the people and give them what they want
Be nothing! I want to see if you would to
At first wind you will be covered of meanings
They will compare you with other ugly sons
Now I would like to finish your existencial pain
Stop disturbing me!
Run away where i could not catch you
This is your last chance
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