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Killer Time
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Killer Time

Enter the killer time
He tastes like electric wine
Smothering your tomorrow
Leaving you face 2 face with sorrow

Drawing up his tricky designs
Making you blow your lines
Becoming a bad loser in a flash
While your life stinks like trash

He can prescribe no vital remedy
To gain your emotive liberty
He lives his own invisible way
Never getting older, nor fading away

A numb and impersonal witness
Both your past and the present is aimless
No way out of this deceptive reality
Should you get dirty to regain your purity?

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