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Underground eXperts United
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[ ...As If Every Day... ] [ By The GNN ]
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"...AS IF EVERY DAY..."
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"We are about to go all systems out"
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(The Force Dimension)
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Nothing matters to me any more. Behind my dark glasses I can see the
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world in a complete new vision. Life, death, love - they are only words.
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My black suit fits me alright. The mirror shows me - or maybe not. The
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person in front if me is a welcomed stranger. An individual who has lived
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inside me all the time and now finally got the chance to live.
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Live. Live forever. Childish thoughts. No one can live forever but
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everybody believes that they will. Fuck them. Fuck all who imagine that
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they are something special.
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The gun is placed in a holster on my right. It is not visible, it is
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hidden under my wonderful black suit. The face is smiling. It is me - or
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maybe not. We are about to go all systems out. Turn off the switch and
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everything goes black. Sleep...
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- I see...
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- We can offer you help and support.
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- No thanks, I think I can handle this myself.
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- Are you sure? Please let us help you.
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- Get out of the car, bitch!
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She looks at me with her mouth open. She wants to scream but does not
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dare to. I grab her and drag her out of the car. She falls to the wet
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asphalt, still with her mouth open. I get into the car. It is a small
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japanese shit vehicle, made to fool all the customers in this country.
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Fuck them. The headlights throws away a cold rug over the street as I
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roar away in the night. I watch the girl get to her feet behind me and run
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away.
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She had no reason to fear. I am not cruel. I still have feelings for
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beauty in this world. Others should fear.
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But how could they? I have not warned them. I will not either. They
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just have to accept what is coming to them. It is coming real fast.
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I have a long journey in front of me. It does not bother me, it will be
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a pleasure. Father time is on my side. God will help me get justified.
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- Time is short.
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- I know.
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- Please, let us help you. There are professional...
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- No. No way!
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The night is clear. Small rain drops are crushed against the windscreen.
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They do not make up any dreams. They fall and disappear, and when they are
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gone - no one remembers them. There are billions of them. For a short
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time they live, then they are gone. Gone! As if nothing happened.
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Religion, media, politics... Ha! Let them live in their dreams. Let
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them believe that they are creating something. I will create, I will do
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what I want to do.
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Look at those shadows that walk around us! They float around, with no
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goal (correction: with no REAL goal). They exist, then suddenly they do
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not any more! What a surprise! Hey, they scream. Hey! What about my
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goals? What about my LIFE? I had so much to do, I had everything in front
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of me! What now? This cannot be true! Something is really fucked up!
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Help me!
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No one listens. Why would they? The shadows have other things in mind.
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The conclusion explains all questions: it will never happen to me.
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It will. Tough luck.
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I was fooled - yes, I admit that. But now, I understand. When you are
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confronted with the final truth, when it crawls under your skin and shows
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its ugly face - you will understand too.
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- Mother...
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- Yes, my son?
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- I... must tell you something.
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- You sound strange? Is something wrong?
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- Yes... it really is...
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- Tell me! Let me help you! What has happened! Tell me!
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- Mother...
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- Tell me!
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I love this black suit. I look really sharp in it. My black sun-glasses
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are perfect. The automatic pistol is even better. I bought it a long time
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ago to protect my life.
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Major domination!
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It will be used for its real purpose, I promise. It will be used to
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explore the darkest closet of existence. Meaning of life, will be clear to
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me. The gun is only a tool to help me go through with this. My mission is
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to crush the corruption. Not all corruption, that is impossible. But
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maybe, just maybe, my small contribution can help. Or maybe not.
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This is a sick world. A really rotten, stinking world. The world itself
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is not very bad. But the attitudes suck bigtime. Be something, do
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something, live forever.
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Run with the pack or follow the leader.
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- I will...
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- Say it!
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- I... I cannot.
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- Say it! It will help you! Confess the truth to yourself!
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- FUCK YOU!
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Yeah, fuck you! I park the car a few blocks away from his house. The
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night has turned into morning. Birds sing and the red sun slowly makes its
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way into the sky. I walk towards the entrance.
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Then I stop. I hesitate! I really do!
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So what if I do? Would you like to make something out of it? Why do we
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not live in paradise? Who constructed this vision? Is it all a dream that
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we will wake up from with a scream, or with a smile? Will someone bend
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over my face and ask we if I enjoyed it?
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Questions, questions...
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Fuck them. My steps are convinced. I knock hard on the door. For the
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first time in my life I am lucky. He opens the door. He asks me who I am.
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Who I am! Remember me, I say and laugh! I am that small kid who faced
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the hard ground while you stood on my head! Remember?
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He says nothing. That is fine with me. I place the gun to his head and
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pull the trigger.
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It is not like in the movies.
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- Say it!
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- FUCK YOU!
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- Say it!
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- I will die! I will really die!
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- Good...
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I have a long journey in front of me. People have to be visited. They
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will have to confront me again and remember me! All of them. They would
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not have understood the meaning of life anyway. I have. I have
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understood. I am just a fart in the hard wind. The only way to be seen,
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is to catch the day. I takes a hard blow to your chin to get the facts.
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Someone or Something have to grab you by your shoulders and shake you
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violently until you realize that you-are-absolutely-nothing.
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Unless you try. Let us catch the day!
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- Now say everything that feels hard for you to say.
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- Please...
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- Say it! You have to! You must fight your depression!
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- I have brain cancer. I have less than six months to live.
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- Fine. Use these months with care!
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I sure do! I sure do... Next stop will be my ex-wife. Let us catch the
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short day before it is too late!
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I am about to go all systems out.
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Feel the tension! We are in the beat!
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SEDES DIABOLI +46-586-NOTTOBEFUCKENWITH!
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