I write while there is inspiration
Later will go out over the door, I will catch up, believe me
You're no, she yes, words for word
again and again something prevents starting to start
on a new one. Erase everything with an eraser, remove the shackles
she is all exactly in your way, I fuck all the more
I'm just saying, and whether it is worth noting?
You decide. You talk there with her, understand
Know, I do not want to do I, again poke in Nokia
rowed strings 10 already, then soon sleep
barely stand, do not push, let me finish
I don't know what it is, but I poke, poke
you are sticking about what I am writing, although I myself can not
Fraging that step by incomprehensible edge
I think to paradise, the head lags again
And inspiration sits and rubs under the tool
and I do not understand why she is angry
I now fuck, I'm with a friend under the piano la
Right now, tea. This friend is still near
makes writing everything is stricter and stricter
like wolves on the moon, i'm on the phone
you don't call yet, he is busy
Clone in sleep, it means Tomorrow tomorrow,
a friend will come to me without opening the map
Words Nothing because I want so much
the main thing you call, and I clarify
Fuck that you closely, the main thing is warm and honest
you need to be together to be, fucking that not to the place
glitches in creativity happens
just a friend this strict does not see anything else
He took up for a small one, and I was arrested
again in the skies, starting with the basics
I will not find myself the sick until I will write a new
I do not pick up words, friend whispering stopudovo
past Roya Bee Flying Mnimo
Something is not as much like, to love the climate
You give the stimulus, show what to seek
You give the topic, and then free like a bird
like this: free spiritually, the body is employed
I am not 1 such, sure. Panic
SMS, some number, read:
Do not even write, good night, fall asleep
I read the menu, notes and in the dark drive
Lokia is not convenient, I'll present a little bit
Sori what's with a mat, but such a condition
covered in a hail of the lines did not have this earlier
In tendhen the track, and behind it
Exit in mono, thoughts in the usual reality
Track in the phone and loved ones, and for you on Saturday
I start to understand at least something
cool when there are those who understand it
warming when you delve that in the VC on the wall playing
Consciousness melts, room, horses
The guy is busy here, and busy with a fiber flock to heels
Again the current sparks between you
I don't know what it is, understand yourself
Lyal 3 minutes nonsense without a pick
just an interest without losing right and left
Here the bitch is stuffy. Poems hide moans
shirk dust again manifone with micrafon