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[Music: Yattering, Lyrics: Brezniew] Lust for a murder Like a sexual perversity Written down in genes For generations Provokes you to strange, sick acts You don't understand You look from afar and You don't know then... Strong stream Will snatch you with it Did you become someone when you brought a gun??? Did you leave your trace on biographies??? Feeding on pain and suffer There are different ways, But only one end Bullets tear bodies off to shreds Panic in the sea of blood From Letras Mania