What a pity that a man can not live by reason. Otherwise he would not have lived. I'm in front of you - a sick psychopath and a fool But you do not get to close the door.
I should not be here - I despise you. And yet you are my God of dust. If all meaningless - why not revel in it? In the end, we can laugh in the face of the world.
What a pity that a man can not live by reason. Otherwise I would have destroyed you. But now I do not want to see the truth, Me enough despised one.
I should not be here - otherwise I forget who I am. But I still in front of you - a sick psychopath and a fool And you do not get to close the door.