siuLate - Повесть
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I carry on my shoulders, as if on springs
I take out the sung from the hut, because not according to the canons
I apply High Damage with my cursor
Do not live in your 3D-world, because I am drawn
I carry on my shoulders, as if on springs
I take out the sung from the hut, because not according to the canons
I apply High Damage with my cursor
Do not live in your 3D-world, because I am drawn

Sketches are different
Some draw themselves colorful
Others see themselves in the CB, like shadows
But everyone takes doubts about themselves and their goal
Everyone takes an existential drug
Can be absorbed, put under the tongue - dude, wake up
The existence of question is only happy
After all, fucking us live, if there is nothing to live for

The very feeling when
You leave all things for later
You are torn into battle for the last moment
And everything goes one or two

The routine warms the heart, but breaks consciousness
From the awareness of life values ​​attention
Scattered, the greens are scattered on the floor
The room is dotted with smoke and the emptiness around - Colosseum
Would fly there
Where there are no worries, no problems
Where are beautiful sunsets and dawn and stay there for good
Without leaving the former and a trace
(Without leaving the past and a trace)

I carry on my shoulders, as if on springs
I take out the sung from the hut, because not according to the canons
I apply High Damage with my cursor
Do not live in your 3D-world, because I am drawn
I carry on my shoulders, as if on springs
I take out the sung from the hut, because not according to the canons
I apply High Damage with my cursor
Do not live in your 3D-world, because I am drawn