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Fall with me, a little more

Like mother’s milk, as a pleasure from the fact that we are locked up. You are the most bad buzz, but why does it insert so much oh? And what will happen next? Don't know. Why are you crying, dear? We freeze here, we ask for fire, we are not enough warm.

What is reality if I have seriously doubted its reality? I warm my palms with a lighter, burning with cold, and I think about you. Why do I need everything if the boundaries of space inevitably return to the starting point? Everything has a limit, and mine stopped at you.

The sun blinds his eyes, a dirty sky on a tile.

Davi for the brakes, and turn off everything that is connected with me.

Yes, I am the most dishonest bastard, I got into your soul with deception.

And don't listen, love but don't listen.

What? Do not scream, do not scream the bitch.

Do not scream, do not scream the bitch.

For what? My small city broke up into pieces and I am dying.

Get flowers into my bones, calling them their banner.

The sun falls on the floor, I drink in one gulp, you observe all the laws that I composed there. There is so little chakra, in a smoked jacket behind the dusty phrases of cute rainfall, a paper boat forgotten tomorrow.

Why are you here? Why are you here? You, like no one else, know what is useless to talk to me now. I don't want you to see this, go away. (Go away please)

Anger outside, anger outside

Since you are not, I don't need anyone

No one needs

Anger outside

Anger outside

Since you are not, I don't need anyone

No one needs