there's obscurity around. can't know others. and they're unable to know themselves. what do we do with ourselves? the notion of life has long lost. we are merely giving their ambitions. and get oak cover over head in soil which is soaked in the blood of the heroes looking in the mirror ends with wild screaming. you don't recognize yourself,you left only shadow soul beats in convulsions, while the body... lies in coma! but your sleep're disturbed a thirst. you want to punish offenders. and you turned into a beast. in the murderer. you want revenge. and your helplessness makes you kill. but hands are weaker than your wishes. strange processes occure in your head and you can only take a gun. but you can't kill anyone, you are able to kill only yourself we do not always know our purpose, we do not always strive ahead,but fall