TRAUMA TEAM - МЯННПГ
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What's your problem?
And the problems from my recent childhood
Unloved freak
Living a lean life
My hands are tied, just beat me
It could be worse, so I'm lucky

I know my place
And I've been smoking this since childhood, so I don't give a damn
And the sea surface
Carresses my legs with glaze, and a mirage of love goes somewhere into the distance

Night, street, lamppost, pharmacy
On four wheels, we fly into the dark sky
The road runs far away, the convoy of cars is far away
You shoot yourself in the head, depriving me of brakes

I pour vodka into myself
And go to work
Fines again, quotas
Hated corrals
I lied to my mother so much
That she no longer believes my word

When I drank
Mom thought I was a drug addict
I remember those days
When I hated myself for it What
I speak and write
And I choke myself, but nothing helps me
I tried to open my pen with a blunt pencil
Nothing worked
I swallow pills in the bath and lose consciousness
Now I think I'm going to die, but I wake up in my own vomit on the floor

Night, street, lamppost, pharmacy
We fly on a four-wheeler into the dark sky
The road runs far away, the convoy of cars is far away
You shoot yourself in the head, depriving me of brakes

I pour vodka down my throat
And go to work
Fines again, quotas
Hated detention centers
I lied to my mother so much
That she no longer believes my word