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From the Red Cross to the grave cross, a step
From the Red Cross to the grave cross
From the Red Cross to the grave cross
I will lock all the doors
I will draw all the windows tighter than curtains
From the outer darkness, I will once again rip myself open with a vile
A terrible silken crack
I will once again write, pouring out my entire insides honestly
Everything on the table, as it is, without embellishment, not childishly
About the frailty of the world, about the fleeting bliss of worldly pleasures
About the long road of mistakes, closed off
Hanging off from the world, I write
Don't look for me, damn the neighbors' social media
I will pour out everything that has accumulated inside
All my mercy in the form of pain
Why are you quietly knocking on my door
The whole sky is covered in gray cloth
There is nothing inside anymore but the ashes of trust
The rain hisses outside the window. Blacker than Coca-Cola
The vibe here is like a mushroom will suddenly grow
That the size of an entire city would surprise a mycologist
Cloudy thunder like a hammer again
The preacher of schism is giving me his speeches
Listen, I can't like this for long
Like a dollar from a joke bank
Preacher Of The Schism
Dogmatism in speeches
Old archaism
Preacher Of The Schism
Preacher Of The Schism
Dogmatism in speeches
Old archaism
Preacher Of The Schism
From the Red Cross to a grave cross
From the Red Cross to a grave cross
From the Red Cross to a grave cross
In a dopamine pit
With heavy thoughts, hotbeds of cortisol
My own coach and psychologist
I thought that each of us is here
Preacher of schism
The universe is above us Jokes
I'll go to the studio again to see the boys until it's scary
Even if we're just grains of sand
There won't be a cool beach here without us
Tangled inner space
Where I fix my broken inner compass
Tired of plowing through the void
So wait for me there ahead, a magnum opus
Here's our odyssey, what is it?
Unforgettable, we erase all boundaries
Let them prophesy to us
That we won't see with our eyes all the joys of paradise
If only I could have time on this sinful earth
With my heart muscle, I can find something precious
What's worth living for, burning with
Until my heart quietly enters the valley of peace
What are six-digit numbers, square meters?
We'll laugh until we hurt
Let the living vegetate in the dirt
Useless doomscrolling of emptiness
From the Red Cross, a step to a grave cross
From the Red Cross, a step to a grave cross
From A step from the Red Cross to the grave cross
From the Red Cross to the grave cross
Preacher of the Schism
Dogmatism in speeches
Old archaism
Preacher of the Schism
Preacher of the Schism
Dogmatism in speeches
Old archaism
Preacher of the Schism