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we go down to the basement is a gift
I've been there more than once, there tomorrow
never comes, in full swing
the fun comes up to the throat and I just don’t remember

how could it be otherwise, the ceiling is lowered
to my crown, the stars go out silly things
but you listen to this silence, hearts beat
ours to the fragments, not scary in the least.

as long as you learned to be persistent
I can only be near, be in share
and leave nothing after, only snot
there are three formats in em, in dank March

but please let's not talk about the weather
it's like hammering nails into a burning coffin
what's the point, I'm doing everything confidently wrong
but alive, and without a master

I was lowered from the leash, perhaps in vain
I came up with you a hundred years ago, maybe in vain
the horizon invariably goes beyond the seas, but in vain
me and you are toys, and someone will put us in a row

there, believe my eyes, our plan
read lips.