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The Chekhov's Gun
[Verse]
Kid Yugi anti-idol
The Chekhov’s gun doesn’t need a sight
I’m with life and death in a threesome
Like a bigamist sheikh
Occam’s razor, I’m walking on the edge of it
They say you’re lit, but I don’t understand you
I’ve never asked them to understand though
I feel lonely, I don’t feel free
I talk about drugs, drugs speak to me, they’re saying:” Beautiful”
I tear my skin off, I don’t want to pretend anymore
Even the smallest thought gets unearthed from its hiding place
This life’s a circus, a fucking Grand Guignol
I’m not exhausted, G, the effort is minimal
I don’t make anything up, the auras whisper
I talk about death, it gave me a reason
Either I do this shit or I don’t exist
My old group was a blood group
Yet it broke up because there was friction
I love you even though you betrayed me
I was terrified, but then I wrote the record
I wouldn’t be shit if it weren’t for Dile
I wouldn’t be shit if it weren’t for Ginko
Euro with Asmod since I was a kid
If Mario isn’t here, I feel lost
I don’t give a shit about being rich
If I wake up tomorrow, only Christ knows
If I don’t leave someone anything, then I’ll have failed
I have sinned a lot, but I’ve never pretended
I stay realness with a breath
Here it seems like Dubliners, it’s not Dublin
I tilt the loop to break the cycle
If the angel passes by, he can screenshot me
I thought I was deep, my name was Abyss
I didn’t see it, but I too
Sucked, I made a serve
I went to high school without having slept
Drug addiction was a maze
I liked it, but my heart wasn’t of the same opinion as me
I stopped or it would have been over for me
Give me a goal
Which then I would be able to shot and miss
Self-destruction was my mission
Five bars of soap become a single one
It’s neorealism, we don’t make fiction
What I say, I live, you hear it from another one that hears it around
Synthetic drugs, in a while I’ll crumble
Physical pain, it reminds me I exist
All these physics always reminds me that I crawl
You call me slimy, you help to die like smoking
You widen your eyes as if it were a stroke
On the other hand I tremble if you don’t put the gimbal on
Take my soul off, wash it in Whirlpool
Cuts on the throat that don’t heal
I die at 21 high on speed
(High dying)
I talk about the devil, a snowy devil
A leap into the void but without a landing
I don’t have a taxi, but I gain on every ride
Either they take me or I don’t finish
A knife caresses your eardrum
Some fakes still underestimate
This is just the upteenth incitement
The hate will always be mutual
Change my face, make me a symbol
Make it noted that I’m crashing
Kid Yugi anti-hero, antichrist
The Chekhov’s Gun takes my breath away
Hallucinations I’m having while expiring
You’re all cops, this is why I stand out
Until the ground becomes a pillow
Until the stars fall sheer
Until the night becomes day
As long as I’m alive and not just food
Until I oxidise, until I rot
As long as I comfort myself with things that kill
Until they abandon me without a goodbye
As long as I criticise myself, saying: “Loser”
Until the end becomes a relief
Kid Yugi anti-idol
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