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I imagined little kids playing in the evening in a huge field, in the rye. Thousands of kids, and not a soul around, not a single adult, except for me. And I'm standing on the very edge of a cliff, over an abyss, you know? And my job is to catch the kids so they don't fall into the abyss. You see, they play and don't see where they're running, and then I run up and catch them so they don't fall. That's my whole job. To guard the kids over the abyss in the rye. I know it's silly, but that's the only thing I really want. I guess I'm a fool.

Gift layer of wrapping:

What's underneath? - a bunch of cheap stuff

How sharp is your cold

After all, you are a marketer, son

But you can't screw us, you drag me along

I am a fucking dog, old-school

Greetings from the sluts, I have enough savvy

To immediately understand what they are all greedy for

I have no clothes on, but I have enough

I have been in perfect order for many years

Dad is also fine, because dad drinks

Dad will definitely tell that he is a moron

After all, life, as always, fucks people like me

New binding of old books lies

A brand new outfit is still ugly

Beauty is inside, but it has a patina

The days have gathered in flocks, as well as the count, what else?

And I would also like to stand right over the abyss

To rid myself of cruelty

The anger and timidity that are always inherent in me

To be a little kinder to her oral cavity

Completely, I will enter her head completely

Full of strength and unbridled by conscience

Again, like a child, not feeling the speed of life

Grind your teeth

If you couldn’t do it yourself, then steal

Tell me that your path is impeccable

And your actions are selfless

Why are you a sour boy?

Rizly thrown on the floor like numbers

The flow of thoughts is eternal, but ambiguous

A bit of common sense gnawed

Unthinkable success was promised

But to whom?

Would you prefer grass to people? (au)

Am I asking for forgiveness from myself

On my knees in front of the mirror?

Everything turned into fast food

We are like sheep in a barn

There are takeoffs on the displays, u

Everything you caused is emetic; labor

You made me not a man, but a whip

I don't need a reboot

Because my weakness is here:

I poke, fucking, in the head

I poke in the head

I poke my corpse, it stinks, fucking, ugh

Children fall into the abyss, because I don't catch them

Submission is inherent in both people and dogs

When you drop a tear, don't forget to drop a strip

In your nostrils; I'm Danko in the forest

Conscience hangs like that, in the air

And the question remains: "Bitch, what am I carrying?"

Fuck lips - instead of a mouth there's only a strip

I'm not tired, because I'm part of the wheel

Tears from the face - and now it's dew

Conscience is a charter, and on it the tarpaulin shines