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Fed to vomit with tap acid
All events are past we are late sometimes early
Five seconds before impact, expect weightlessness
Hello Satisfied Joy bye bye Conscience
Midnight glitches half-dead town
We have to die the lust for life is not an argument
I won't melt anymore, don't press on pity
I will leave nothing, only anger and fatigue

Like dry glasses like a theater without actors
Dead creak of scenery dust of empty corridors
And the road to heaven is getting shorter every day
I'm almost dehydrated I'm completely de-energized

Autumn is mad with fat, I'm shaking with a hangover
Fuck self-digging eight days a week
Wolves no longer howl, only mongrels bark
Sorry about these toilet paper heroes
Ideals soared up to the very bottom
Limit freedom to the width of the cornice
It's time for us to "make legs" here and it is too crowded
Everything is quiet for them, everything is not enough, everything is not interesting