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Five hundred ninety-two, 12:05 in the neon light,
Dueña de la nada,
repeating the same old night.
"We can never be friends",
la vérité est un poison,
"I'm not myself", cercando la mia prigione.
Nihilismus vivus.
I am the Nihilist,
the bathroom mirror, the lie in the skin,
Dueña del ciclo, where the hell doesn't end or begin.
"I fucked you again",
in the dark of the stall,
"Never be friends", watching the pretense fall.
Veritas inane.
No cap, it’s the alibis,
the white powder, the "sick inside",
Reclamando mi mente, with nothing to justify or hide.
C’est pas du brain rot,
c’est le contrat final,
I’m 4K nihilist, sovereign,
the logic is brutal and real.
Logica destructiva.
It ate, the "romance"—no crumbs of the hope,
Soy la soberana, and I’m cutting the rope.
Je suis la souveraine qui sait que c'est fini,
And that’s the real vibe,
"nobody knows" the key.
Abruptio totalis. I am the Nihilist,
the bathroom mirror, the lie in the skin,
Dueña del ciclo, where the hell doesn't end or begin.
"I fucked you again",
in the dark of the stall,
"Never be friends", watching the pretense fall.
Veritas inane.
100% Tiguidou.
It was never friendship.
Nunca fue amistad.
Ce n'était jamais de l'amitié.
Numquam amicitia erat. Tiguidou.