You … Who likes to lose itself Look at infringements Look on what that above What for to fuck itself Read in burning eyes That is, mother fuck in
It is a prophecy Any end, any counter decision, Does not become regret, look and be with me, Not be a weed… The main thing - attempt to make it, You will receive chance to be free ?
No…
Also it is a wound which bleeds There is nothing to keep me … Only bleed, You keep me, Necessity for blood, Do not… Not remain… Do not… Not remain, Solve … a bitch …
No remain…
Try to hear me, try to live, Try to hear me, try to live... Fuck…
Look at this slaughter, Look at itself … on itself …
Be a free … Be a free …
Any oppositions, only the best part of the life, If you vote only for me, for a me …
No…
Be free…
He walked around the house in the dull gray of afternoon, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, trailing threadlike smoke over his shoulder. He checked each window to see if any of the boards had been loosened.
Be free, be live here … No dream, any business can be triumph of it … Be free, be live here … No dream, any business can be triumph of it … Look at me … Time leaves, the religion leaves, The closed door, sick blood …
It is the abstract Universe, This absence of a rear entrance, It is the abstract Universe, It is a knife on a floor …