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On the main tower of everyone in sight
I lie silently under the glass press,
Life is a brief balance I will spend this way
I look at the smoky world without blinking

I see the whole city, millions of people
Do not look forward, do not look up
Each is stolen in his flask,
The asphalt rink will move you all

Like worms on the asphalt after rain
It remains only to rely on the speed of fate
It’s so difficult to live without flasks, you can't get up
Glass did not tell you about the secret of struggle

Rent a graceful in the dance of agony,
The caustic air of the alveoli is so quickly corroded
My executioners are preparing for the final of the ceremony
Blood runs so quickly through the torn vessels

This is the worst punishment in the world
For a raised look, in full chest, inhale
For scratches in a flask - a thin knit of the outline,
For a critically small pain threshold

Where the organs where the bones are now not to be disassembled,
I no longer feel pressure and pain
Only my eyes are intact, even though they can’t see the horizon,
As you can’t see from a flask of your own will

The end of consciousness is close, but has not yet come
The play "hopelessness" of the pupil does not leave
The skating rink was crushed from fifty people
None of the victims ends his end into the adventure

After all, for days there, praying to the gods of glass,
You honor your ban on views on the sides,
You must believe that I am an evil carrier,
I look through my execution through a small screen

The worst punishment in the world
For a raised look, in full chest, inhale
For scratches in a flask - a thin knit of the outline,
For a critically small pain threshold

It's funny to watch your boast
I don't know why, because it's very sad,
When you are measured with stamped glass
It seems to me that your souls are empty

I have not heard the stump of birds and the noise of sea waves for a long time
Have not seen the sun for hundreds of years
I just hear the crunch of my bones and the flasks are so terrible ringing
And I see only the supernova empire dawn

This is the worst punishment in the world
For a raised look, in full chest, inhale
For scratches in a flask - a thin knit of the outline,
For a critically small pain threshold

I am a good example for hot hearts
Smoke and glass - on the body of the world, a tight tourniquet
Here is my long -awaited end,
But superpower also do not live forever

Lakes of Blood, Abyss Evil
Behind the false transparency of the glass
Leaves questions, hope, interest
Press painted outside with a broken glass