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• Your very sincere friend

This guy lives in town that doesn't exist.
He walks on a tightrope like hands on the strings.
And callus of old thoughts still festers and wrist.

So, where are his wings?
Where are these wings?

But people throw stones at him, laugh and make bets:
Hey, where he will fall: on his mind or our trash?
For them he just looks like some TV cassette

So, where's drama crash?
Where is this crash?

Some people look down on him, standing on grease,
But actually standing in a puddle of shit.
They think, he is looking for harmony peace

So, he is a wit.
He's fucking wit.

He has loyal friends - they'll be crashed by the crowd.
But what his purpose? Whether there is it still?
He wants to be nothing and wants to be loud.

So, life is for him?
Is it for him?

Torn rope draws attention, they think he broke down.
They share with wild madness this cold bloody knife,
But he just took off before final sundown.

So, is he alive?
Would he survive?

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