Текст песни Марк - реальность сурова.

Again I buhoy.v shit in a draw
Call it what you want
I was like this
Maybe it will drive me in a coffin
But even that did not temper my enthusiasm
Yes, enough already talking nonsense
What I drive myself to the grave, in hell
I cooked, I varyus pus in their own juice
And you know my friend
I was even glad
Somebody! one can not give me happiness like
Everything that has a degree in Inside Me
I'm not a wimp! I can squeeze into a fist
But why? One dick in the grave stink
And I'm certainly not when you do not finish writing
Utter blank sheet
Again and again!!
I can not stop lying!
Forgive notebook fucking
Time cures! Reality is harsh!