| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 69% | unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh. I don't believe you. Oh, come. Oh, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume, to press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blonde of its own secret heart. | ▶️ |
| 62% | I can't believe it! | ▶️ |
| 68% | I can't believe it! | ▶️ |
| 70% | I can't believe it But I got the world I can't believe it I think I can't believe it | ▶️ |
| 63% | I can't believe it motherfucker! | ▶️ |
| 65% | Easy try to believe, if you need to be free It's a time when you die and without asking why can't you see what they do They are grinding us down, they're taking a land The dogs to their clans not alone With a dream, just a want to be free When you need to be long, I am the clans man | ▶️ |
