| Again presses the brain, collective neurosis, the flow of questions
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| Red-hot torso in the middle of birches
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| I am not identified
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| A meter from the interruption of cries for help I hear indifferent
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| In the ashes, speared words implore to be obedient
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| Light from a half-full disk of the moon burns blue
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| No, I will no longer believe the thing that we carried in our chests
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| The floor is glowing, I don't feel pain
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| This city is like a forest, only creatures around
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| I'm tired of seeing this, I'm running as fast as I can
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| They see others as a priori enemies
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| I'm ready for anything and I'm not afraid anymore
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| Woke up again, but who cares
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| I see the same reality in nightmares
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| Who is now called mediocrity?
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| I'm catastrophically cold
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| But there is no anger
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| Oh, this longing midnight
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| Branches of lightning, the smell of space
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| Downpour like nails
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| Imagine that you feel the bones
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| With a soft step I'm looking for a home
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| Half whole and half zero
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| Blocked - move back and forth
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| Move, because no one will save us
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| A pair of eye sockets of these garnet colors,
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| But they see through the onset of sunset
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| Plans are dirty, the road is crumpled
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| And the demons say to ordinary guys:
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| "Abandon all doubts, trust completely
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| Laughter in revelations, drugs in cavities
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| Two hundred ropes waited for the moment
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| Run here, you're not worth a cent."
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| I don't intend to believe, I'm sure
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| You are not faithful to ideas
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| Windows, doors are tired, roads are arteries
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| Hysteria City
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| Live on 2 coasts
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| Tin or lyrics
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| Lies or facial expressions
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| Flattery or criticism
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| But look... hey
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| Again in the evening you yourself are your own drinking companion, hey
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| Not broken, I remember not thinking about pain
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| Use me - I will bleed you
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| Hit your bitch with one bushy eyebrow
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| And threw in ignore, leaving side
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| Life partner is my shadow and thoughts
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| My companion died and rose to the heights
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| June. |
| Awareness. |
| Insensibility. |
| Letters
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| Barberries grow on your grave
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| Glows the floor
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| I don't feel pain
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| The city is like a forest, only creatures around
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| Tired of seeing this, I'm running as fast as I can
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| They see others as a priori enemies
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| I'm ready for anything and I'm not afraid anymore
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| Woke up again, but who cares
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| I see the same reality in nightmares
|
| Who is now called mediocrity
|
| The floor is glowing, I don't feel pain
|
| This city is like a forest, only creatures around
|
| I'm tired of seeing this, I'm running as fast as I can
|
| They see others as a priori enemies
|
| I'm ready for anything and I'm not afraid anymore
|
| Woke up again, but who cares
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| I see the same reality in nightmares
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| Who is now called mediocrity? |