The Box from Atomac by Debeli Precjednik / Fat Prezident

What can I say?
For the sake of existence.
What do we do?
To satisfy you.
I cannot breathe,
because the stench of this shit is killing me.
Killing me.
Malice and lies!
It's a game of surprise, surprise.
Malice and lies!
With vice as advice.
Malice and lies!
It's an everyday routine.
A curse near the end of everything.
And every day I live inside this box.
Every day I hold my head and tell myself these lies.
Every day I live inside the box.
And I'm lonely…
…not the only one
Days!
Godspeed on spending time.
We got thrown back down the line.
We got thrown back down the drain,
but I'm not listening through days.

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