Night. |
I'm getting out. |
Glide gray shadow.
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A dash in the corridor, jumping up the stairs.
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The cold wind slams the door
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I am a rustle in the darkness, I am a child of the dungeon.
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The smell of bipeds, shots of phrases,
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The swearing sticks into the ears like nails.
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Some of them consider us to be dirt,
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True, I didn’t look into my soul:
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Whites in cages - well-fed looks,
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Brothers in blood, but not in spirit
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Sleeping and eating, dumb and happy
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Fat carcasses with a spoiled scent.
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I accept the variability of the world:
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The main thing is to survive, I don’t care about fat,
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I walk through concrete walls
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Withstand blood - survival in the genes:
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The night beckons me somewhere
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Along the road: I'm running into the light!:
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The night beckons me somewhere
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Along the road: I'm running into the light!:
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Cornered. |
lightning eye
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I nervously meet the smirks of enemies
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Laugh early, you this time
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Rat blood will cost dearly!
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Inhale. |
I bare my teeth. |
I jump wildly.
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Panic, fear is not a hindrance to me.
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Screams, groans - I bite into the flesh,
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I tear with fangs, I tear off anger
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Nerves jump. |
Got caught in a circle.
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They beat, grab dozens of hands.
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I'm not in a hurry to change light to darkness,
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I have nothing more to lose!
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The night beckons me somewhere
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Along the road... I'm running towards the light!
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The night beckons me somewhere
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Along the road... I'm running towards the light! |