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In the end I don’t care,
I don’t give a shit,
of what they think!
I don’t care if I look like a fool,
a crazy man, a mad man,
Like I don’t even know where are my hands.
I don’t even want to have a plan,
I’m just a chaos fan,
getting lost into some van.
I can’t get anymore,
of the shit into your brains,
you can’t get my pains,
as they run trought my veins,
I want to geta way into trains.