Don't look back where you did jumpin' This place's not for you, There's not your startin' Look at them. They go for a drive on stages of tears. In their eyes - danger, and in their hearts - fears. You forgive everything, forgive all acts. "Die, bitch" - they shout with eyes of dead insects. It is the fact. They think only of dirty sex. Drugs, alcohol, attempt to leave from cops. They think, you suck every dick, as the thrown dog. Your thoughts - a gleam. Their thoughts - a fog. You try to rise, try to go, try to make everything you want. But you will come across a block of gray crude stones.
They stand. They look. They wish to tell, but they garbage And you look following at those who spat in you. With compassion, but you silently laugh.