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A house was built in my head from convolutions
It has walls and everything you need for life
New tenants are constantly moving in
And gradually from the inside this house is being destroyed

There the maniac dwells, sharpens a new blade
There is one doctor, of an intelligent kind
They say that even one local gangster lives
And an artist with an easel and a new painting

In the picture "hotel", seemingly simple building
The cold sweat of their faces can be seen from the balconies
The house is no longer new, and a little littered
But you can still live in it, even though it looks beaten

And a body is lying on a bench under the house
It does not move and does not speak
Thinks that the brain is like a "hotel"
He's thrown, and just waiting for his new trip