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(Misha Pushkin)

Tomorrow will be tomorrow but tomorrow will be the same
Then what is the point of living out if this puzzle is already complicated
Looking to the future making plans is so stressful
In fact, no, due to the fact that I press double again
It's okay mom your son will live up to expectations
So the lie is sweet from the bitterness of the truth immediately puke pulls
I'll just keep her from everything because I'm grateful
But honestly, the stomach squeezes when someone owes it
Well, okay, what to write about for a long time, no thoughts
Artyom pour more so that I would take out all the anger
And for smoking, please, that's all I need now
Balcony smoke next to brother and fiercely loud bass
And again they will say Misha complains like a small child
Bitches ain't given no word so close the bakery
How clever everyone is and what a trouble again for mommy's skirt
Am I wrong girls? Oh sorry boys today
I'll do everyone a favor if I'm happy
Look into the eyes of different scum, such a layout in a coffin I saw
Guys, I'd rather die so cook more brushwood
Because I will get out of the ground and go to cut you indiscriminately
Accustomed to good things, fuck you, there should be a chapel
Even your impudence ah am I cruel? Oh, am I godless?
You with your freaking faith, prayer will save God forgive
Well, I'm not him, and for my forgiveness you will have to pay dearly
Am I corrupt? they didn't expect this from me they said everything while friend
Goodbye gentlemen, because the meaning of the joke is not clear to those
Laughing at yourself didn't seem so good to you
Please, on all four sides, do not crowd in my hallway
Oh yes, you can take those very attractive persons over there.
Just be careful beware of claws and fangs
They look sweet and kind, but how they smell the seething blood
They will begin to tear the soul, gnawing at the heart, they are real
I think it's time for you all, otherwise I'll start descending the stairs
You, in my opinion, have already sat too long
I seem to have done the right thing, I go to bed thinking about tomorrow
How sad, but apparently I can't destroy this puzzle

(Artyom)

don't give the shrine to the dogs
crucified, exhausted by the struggle, letting the scales decide
word of mouth, triathlon - you are the king, but who is your deputy?
find the eyes of this creature in the dark, they are not, found a back on the knife
bite the tongue of the snake
we would like to return her, really, then we did not save
the sun smoothly went over the horizon
did not finish the prose of an adult doctor, you are not Depp, I am not Besson
it is not given to us, just like a dream, it is difficult to look 100
somewhere calm, holding youth, trying on reason
try on my face once without measuring
sweet, sweet home, a guest, but not with flowers, but with a scythe
dear salt, I'm a good son, but barefoot
for how many tests are you ready to wash yourself with dew?
crumble into a white divorce, eat into the spring
Artyom is not able to hear the question, to ventilate himself to the forefathers
test address full of thanks
disown me, stupid, give it up, you are persecuted
we pretend to play on love, renouncing peacefully
I am behind the white stripe of the truth-world, the lie is cut with jewelry
bite into, kill for heaven
we will give bodies to prayer for weakness, are you by his side? pass it on!
a few eyes who have experienced peace
chose this? swarm, Misha, give it up! mom, we're going home.