Singer: pyrokinesis. Page 5

And the less dependent I am, the more I suffocate.

My spirit has been chained and is now being milked and milked.

A person will find himself inside legends and legends.

And I seem to have unglued, again,
And how do you not ask: "Help" - but everyone sculpts himself
And I sculpted myself like a band-aid.

And it's a pity,
And no matter how hard it would be if I fell asleep under the sky,
Then cover with wood
I didn't deserve anymore.

Lost their meaning.

You can write down letters, but their sounds live only once.

I want to go to the other side again. (Where are you)

He swearing let him choke on what he is proud of.

Since then I was carrying sorrow there, then I still wear it.

I am broken parts.

From heel to crown, so freckles unite in constellations.

Fight for branches and beat yourself in the chest.

And for the necessary we extinguish.