You do not want to be like everyone else
but you're not special
Stupidly not rushing, born at the wrong time
The brain doesn't smell like an old Winchester
Bitch without honor, getting ready to sit you down
Anyone who offends, offends
Beat the Fuck with a Knife
Fuck Death
She's waiting for me naked, under the covers
This bitch was crying
But it didn’t hurt
Yes, it looked sorry
After all, with cut veins
This situation has never happened
Bones were breaking on the neck
After all, as if they are nuggets
Fear, hate, tears, rage
Bitch you ain't no pity
Everyone's dream is breaking, as if their life has been shattered, even a thin wall breaks with a blow
It didn’t fit anyone, I'm a criminal in life
Not understandable to anyone, no one redeems the appearance
I choose an image so as not to bite the filth
Don't try to stop me
Do you hear [bad word]
For God's sake.
Apparently you're not ready, heavy sigh
My few words.
Apparently this is not a dream
Your fear is my coffin
No one understands you
There are tears, but I feel sorry for you
Remember, pidrila, it will always be so.
On the hands of either blood, or something
I have not seen you happy again
And you're angry, on your knees, asking you to be given a role in this life again?
This is a riot and a curse, but you are not able to give them something new.
Through tears and fears, these stories apparently end in a minor.
And all in pursuit far, not for meaning
It all ends when a loud shot sounds.
Ppppaaau.
