Today I'm in the studio rhyming again
|
Farmers who lost their livestock are asking for bullets
|
Rent silver, even little Molly's chain
|
To rid the world of a goat blood lover
|
I just ask that the muse enter
|
To come, then lie on the surface of the bit
|
So that each line is heated and burned
|
How ferocity burns the eyes of an evil fool
|
They lose animals, he loses his mind
|
Watching and waiting for several days
|
And while the farmers prepare for doomsday
|
Their burning eyes naively prophesy
|
Such sharp fangs and the will to live
|
It is easy to guess into such a cunning mechanism
|
And let him choose what to do
|
Time is given, and it will help to decide
|
They all repent, begging for forgiveness,
|
But they themselves do not know how to forgive, they will have to pay
|
They all repent, begging for forgiveness,
|
But they themselves do not know how to forgive, they will have to pay
|
In the morning, someone recognized the long-lost son
|
The trap worked, and the miracle appeared before the world
|
My morning began with the fact that it was ripe
|
Now I was closer, closer than access to the body
|
Beeps are heard, but no one is filming
|
While the hand drives itself, the rest does not soar
|
While paper clones prepare a dish of dreams
|
While the dark forces lead too long a nose
|
Tickets in the first row, behind the glass a new freak
|
A strong cage will protect defenseless livestock
|
In a small town, festivities and loud screams
|
Shots in the sky, sex and dancing freaks
|
Sacrifice and immoral hardcore
|
Temptation and howl like a choir
|
Such sharp fangs and the will to live
|
It is easy to fall into such a cunning mechanism
|
They all repent, begging for forgiveness,
|
But they themselves do not know how to forgive, they will have to pay
|
They all repent, begging for forgiveness,
|
But they themselves do not know how to forgive, they will have to pay
|
After all the festivities, ordinary days returned
|
I came back and looked at my poems
|
Reading it again, I appreciated everything differently.
|
I wanted to eat, this familiar feeling is hunger.
|
I also wanted to quickly dive again
|
Again I wanted to feel this weightlessness
|
This is a breakthrough: these new games with the brain
|
These bird robots that I saw on Tuesday
|
Large, strangely shaped dark room
|
Growling somewhere in the corner by the food plate
|
And it seems scary, but the key is not averse to lying on your side
|
Go your way, wrath, greet the night
|
They wanted to show it and laugh
|
Choking. |
Point your finger at it and eat it
|
Opening my eyes, I habitually felt my body
|
And everything around violently triumphed and sang
|
Such sharp fangs and the will to live
|
It is easy to fall into such a cunning mechanism
|
And let everyone choose for himself what to do
|
Time is given, and it will help to decide
|
They all repent, begging for forgiveness,
|
But they themselves do not know how to forgive, they will have to pay
|
They all repent, begging for forgiveness,
|
But they themselves do not know how to forgive, they will have to pay |