Drunk Mate - Famelicose
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In search of an eternal clash
In swamps from soot and fuss
I feel gaps to the touch
Experience will close them, but not inside
After all, this is not a fight with you rather a battle with a shadow
Where you can’t look, cuffs fly
That it’s not hook on the right, then Jeb on the left
And already on the ambulance you leave the ring
The ego is always drowning exorbitantly
Until you understand that the motive is important
And in the ass of a system where in every problem
The decision will be quarantine again
Four walls were a forced measure
Yes, do not forget why this is the style
And yet, for the sake of fun, you can't even believe
That I write norms normally only when I am alone

Because this is a way to run away from longing
I behave closed, although I climb into the crowd
This is the battle of the introvert for its incentive to live
Inhale and cough, the whole forehead into the sweat
Hey, I'm scared, but step into the darkness
And blows the roof like a house on ice
The world is higher - more beautiful, but lies in the coffin
I remember here once I put a choice
Is it better to be yourself or to be loved?
Cover poems or their faces with dust?
The answer is obvious as a corpse in the grave
And let me take me in their herd
I myself will break through on the way to the cherished universe
So that after they say: “We are tin as it is annoying
But we really want to see you in our company "
This is unlikely
Yes, until I have only faith in heaven and people with me
Which they sent
A miracle wants to seem impossible for that
In order not to become, first of all, by knowledge
The chest compresses the sensation inside
That it's time to get out of my head
Stop drinking and wagging, it is at a standstill
Yes, I grumble like an old man, although I'm twenty -three
Be more collected
Remember what are you on bits to read out in an instant?
No, everyone can, not even a task
Before, like the author, you must wield a word
The light will scorch you through the songs
When there will be secret honesty in them
Why lie in the text? Is he too fresh?
Then write how Horst Wessel
No
This is not yours, we know it both
You are the words collector like a montag in flight
And without a soul on the sheets
You can only catch a wonderful syllable
The Petrel - Alcoholism
And the desire to be famous will break the mechanism
In our world, the real one is much more
Than any of your invented whims
So there will already be enough notations with us
Do you want victory?
So try more
Need to eat?
Then stop lying down
Depression again
Where are your eggs?
Listen to me more often, not their provocations
You are not in vain sitting at home like in a kartskere
This is not the reason to perish, but the reason to work and not relax
Where does this voice come from?
I will answer calmly, without echoing interrogations
I just write how I can
While the endless hunger tells me

What is this? Hobbies, and a thirst for glory with income?
But I feel only hunger, my hunger controls me
Hunger
How many words do you need when you are full to the edge
But you feel only hunger, my hunger controls me
Hunger
It seems to be calm, even if the cry is louder over the years
You feel only hunger, here your hunger controls
Hunger
Hits without mercy, but I am grateful to him
After all, feeling only hunger, the work will be ready