The combinations of the faces never change. Illustrations of my aims are never rage. And I'm find my memories in the glass, into rain into bible into fucking brain of preacher, and I'm not hate it. What have I to lose? I have no belief. Wait the sunshine wanna give us new day without rain. They don't care about us. What you say, if you was last? Nobody wins in this life. We should live at other side, at the backside of coins. That's our joys. And new day I start with old rock'n'roll stars. You say: “It’s so raped”- yes you right- I’m fade. Wild West is so long. Where night is so-so dark. We just small piece of heart of someone very big. How shark he eat world. How whale he drinks souls. We stand on the wall in new stage of digestion. The combination of the ages in mirror world makes the Alice a more fake. It's so imperfect and falls our moral presets. Boulevards is more than way. It is how clean sheet with dates. I know that I should say: \"I'm not so fucking alone\"- it's just our fates. This is not waits. If I don't get around this, no one does it for me. I'm come down to glass and not see my own reflect. And I'm find my memories in the glass, into rain into bible into fucking brain of preacher, and I'm not hate it. What have I to lose? I have no belief. And one day you say: ”I’m no fake I have aims, I have way, and I don’t care that they tell me how I should live, how I should feel, and when my wave it is just for me.” And then you free. And I'm find my memories in the glass, into rain into bible into fucking brain of preacher, and I'm hate it. I'm come down to glass and see my own reflect.