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[Intro: Mani]
It's yours
Expected cancer
It's yours
Inside us
It is the word of Athens
'09

[Verse 1: Μάνι]
What do I end up with when
I lose my way to see the light but it's always been hiding inside me?
What part do I play? To stir a brain
Some thoughts have become so vicious, I can't control them
What God are you talking about? I believe in what I see
And all I see is chaos, look at it!
August 15th
All gladiators for a place in heaven, you're all whores
Frequencies coming out of screens, setting rules
Unconsciously through images
There are times before I fall asleep when what I remember hurts mе
The cops pull me
Cause thе face they sell me doesn't work and it's ugly
Cause their personalities are stagnant
And it all seems so sick, I'm drowning my classmates one by one
And I eliminate clues, I secure, I stay in the dormitory
What time is it today and what year is it?
Yes, my name is Mani
I hold the word hostage, a memory of all that's alive and dead
Stop the driver. Get out of the car. You're surrounded
Your mouth, the mass you talk too much, but now somehow you're in trouble, I don't give a, accept me I share grief
[Chorus: Μάνι]
Tramps, regulars who end up in the parks at night and live for them
It's yours
Citizens, you've been taught to hide well but you walk with your eyes closed
I look like your enemy
And if you drink blow often
It's yours
If you speak the truth
It's yours
If you see what happens, not what appears, I'm moving on the same frequencies
It's yours

[Verse 2]
We're behind you, everything darkens like a blade
When it hugs the carotid artery
Your mother's breast frames
Syringes all over your body, sucking the energy from the root
The police at my door
But I don't chew my words, I smile
They're playing in my vagina
I enter the neighbors' house with a tazer and play with the volts, just wasting my time
I think the feeling of our time is fear and few stay true to their opinions
Seems like a wasted effort in a burnt-out place, Manny from Wonderland
I went to hell and back, I had the courage to speak when I felt it
Live for me a little and let me live for you
So we don't go crazy in the gray, it's imperative
I stumble, I hurry, I don't hurry, I paint the city red and I get lost in it
We look like psychos
I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time
Consciously because it was interesting
I'm the earth child and I'm different, I don't think, I know
I don't try words I can't pronounce
I talk and I spit
And I've gone through all the trouble to bring it, yours!
[Chorus: Μάνι]
Tramps, regulars who end up in the parks at night and live for them
It's yours
Citizens, you've been taught to hide well but you walk with your eyes closed
I look like your enemy
And if you drink blow often
It's yours
If you speak the truth
It's yours
If you see what happens, not what appears, I'm moving on the same frequencies
It's yours

[Verse 3: Styl Mo]
I understand what I no longer know today
What though you don't see, don't feel, don't think, words blind
In hours empty and silent you insist
You're drowning in selfishness, we always speak in names, shut our mouths, customer
Giants I can't see on the map anywhere
And my enemies are closer than ever, antagonizing everyone
At every step, defense, footing
Leading the whole city, now that's right
It ends
Your word's no good to me and all my crew, you pawn
I can't lose, behind your back, who pays?
Wishful thinking turns to dust
Better the eye, for the name is dirty
And then it'll be too late to apologize
Bands, eyes, minds, music, they freeze their heads
None of them work and they're a mess, they're all snitches
Anyone who wants a fight, just tell them to get their asses in here
Bong Da City, thorn
They want our brains in the freezer, it can't be done, you say phrases with bitterness
Cause you're still in pain, sucking my BDC's cock
Finally retreat, stranger, Arkham Asylum
Enemies of the-, monopoly in Athens, our CDs are free
Asshole, one move against me is enough to kill you
Third eye...
[Chorus: Styl Mo, Μάνι, Styl Mo & Mani]
Tramps, regulars who end up in the parks at night and live for them
It's yours
Citizens, you've been taught to hide well but you walk with your eyes closed
I look like your enemy
And if you drink blow often
It's yours
Since you speak the truth
It's yours
If you see what happens, not what appears, I'm moving on the same frequencies
It's yours