Tell me why they pounced, it was sank from all sides,
Like dogs yard behind the gate, I just pass by passing, not doing anything,
And you are in my back, I feel sick of your tediousness,
empty hunger in the soul, but I just want to breathe, squeeze, fucking and throw a stone, but I feel sorry for me,
After all, you and so life crushed as a stick, you morally will not suppress me,
because you are already rotting, all this shit with you, I will tell you thanks,
For moral training, for the fact that I am ready for bastard,
Who said that men do not cry, it happens mostly at night,
When one, when no one sees, squeezing fists, through compressed teeth,
I will ask you not to sick my brains, putting a point, talking to yourself,
This is not paranoia, and not even depression, it is some kind of garbage eclipse,
Lyuyudi, look back the east, you drowned, solid Mes, and there is even deeper,
and worse will not be worse, because there is nowhere to sink, catching up for your future bunda,
Say uncle why they don't like me, any path that I will not choose,
Everywhere in the wheels of the sticks fall, all the arrows are chased on me,
and chain for some reason just falls, I do not know what will happen next
But I'm already scary. But I'm already scary.
