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And our angels don't drink that horrible taste of heaven...

Who will forgive, who will become the evil...
Life to break to get back at others...

We are only as free as we are strong, but are responsible for those who tamed...

I go stumbling - you're with me, I need you like smoke to my lungs...

Extinct entities will stick to the screens, the questionable value of the spiritual world...

We do true horror story,
But they are afraid to predict the outcome...

And time drags in a circle, today, yesterday,
And I became a prisoner, I cursed at some day of September...

I got lost to look for in other people's teachings of the light.
The illusion of hope in the past - no future!

There was no one whom I could love,
And I don't see anything that would be forced to live...

I don't want to think about it, do not want to remember
To some this tell and relive...

Sorry not real - it is a pity illusory...

Alive the only one who has not forgotten how to feel happy is he who has known the flour...
Scary for those who have everything in order, who remained just out of pure boredom...

The world is not someone else's trip on the screen
All you are imposing - doesn't mean anything...

I am ready, as before, into the blood to hurt his knees, only to return home...