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I cough without a handkerchief to bring the brow back to our era
but this zombie doesn't give a fuck, his eyes are wide shut
and the driver doesn’t have to look at the road at all
the autopilot guides him along the pathetic thread of semblance of life

this doesn’t make me feel good or bad, as always
I slam the door a little harder than necessary and go out into the heart
I'm going to the bottom floor of the heavenly ghetto
in search of something unknown, what is hiding in these sour basements

per inhabitant half a meter of living space from the dead
you can tell the difference between the price list and a dead owl for a couple of wheels of fluoxic, but a living one is free and I pour it down my throat so that the tadpoles
didn’t distract from the main thing, there’s nothing cheaper than human ointment

I will not be touched by any picture, even of a newborn angel
execute the snowflakes at dusk with your heel
it was considered beautiful but I only need my dose
like an insight why I couldn’t stand up for so long, crawled

It's not too late, I need a bullet of a special shape
I need a knife so crooked, rusty, huge
to cut the fuck out the pronoun I from this story
along with ideas, a useless opinion, a bloodhound brain and an inability to feel pain

the animal's guts lead me deeper into the night
The pointer is stuck on a branch of a small post office
where you can pawn the remains of your soul and organs and hand over your daughter to a stash house
destroy property with stupid relatives, fertilize the soil
for this I will receive a parcel with a flower and I will eat it
and I’ll become so weak that side effects will pop up instead
five seconds of glorious colored dreams like a lottery ticket from the devil himself
the animal's gut leads me deeper into the night deeper into the night
deeper into the night

Grandmothers hid their bags and valuables away in horror
when I was scurrying around in a stuffy bus full of workers
they knew that you need to save what you have while you can, after all
you exist due to someone’s oversight to feed the leaders and nobles

when this day is destroyed it will be replaced by his clone
there are a million meaningless faces on the boulevards and alleys
the throne would be vacated, but there would be no one to stick his skinny ass there
news feeds rustle, turning the ashes of the past into dust

I move in dashes, avoiding crowds of blind-sighted pawns
who will fall into the errors of statistics of the dead and sick
you won’t find anyone alive here even with a lantern when the eternal night comes
to find you warm on the banks of the Styx I drink some tea

the white warrior is very slouched, the future of the children will never come
the face of a leftist calling for progress turns into dried apricots
okay, for now I’ll hide away from the inhabitants of this tavern
I'll drink all the water so that the fire will devour your buttons and wires

regions and cities are all equally erased for me
only a deep gap is needed between the worlds of the dead and the dead
and if you go against the grain and decide to pet me, beauty
you will hear the door creaking, the lock of which will no longer get wet

the animal's guts lead me deeper into the night
I just ran through the threshold and the whole house lost power
I am electricity in criminal style
fuck me, you'll figure me out, I'm a saboteur like Vsevolod Kochetov
I wander where there is no stop for a taxi
like a stubborn architect I erect an invisible temple
where there are drafts and the faucet always drips is my patrimony
the animal's guts lead me deeper into the night