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The specific string you provided appears to be a formatted file name or tag for the official lyric video, which features lyrics exploring themes of disillusionment, righteous anger, and human existence. Song Details хейтспіч (Xeitspic) .

The project gained significant popularity during the full-scale Russian invasion of Ukraine for its aggressive, topical tracks. xeitspic_ya_vbyu_vsix_bogiv_lyric_video

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Dm FВже невпевнений, для кого я присвячую себе. A# GmВсе життя плечем для сліз нетверезих. Dm FТи різав собі руки, я забирав лезо. mychords.net хейтспіч - Spotify Statistics & Monthly Listeners |

The song includes a chorus stating, "If the gods allowed this, I will kill all the gods," and incorporates lines from the famous poem "Ти знаєш, що ти — людина?" by Ukrainian poet Vasyl Symonenko .

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