I see scars on your perfect and dirty face,
Rotten feels are cursed plague,
They not ask, just bite and eating,
Yeah!
You never leave this water.
You never leave THIS water!
I don’t wanna break,
I’m so changed for this world,
And every step make me
Like a stress,
Like eyes-flashes.
Don’t move, it’s not a static feel.
Taste blood, no one protect you,
Just freak’d up,
They come to you.
Don’t move, it’s not a static feel.
Warm like sun of the desert sand,
You can change you face in the mirrors.
They never sleep and never wait,
Prepare, they…
…SHARKS!…
Don’t move, it’s not a static feel,
They coming close to you,
Erase you defect world.
Erase you defect world.
Erase you defect world.
Erase.
You.
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