X-SISE - Марионетка
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С утра пью кофе.душ контрастный .
Напрасно,кидал в неё фразами в экстазе.
Метастазы в сердце бьют фазами,мы убили свой разум.
И существуем под их мнением-каркасом.
И жить осталось нам немного,я так думаю.
Убивают себя по разному благодаря бездумию.
А виноваты не мы в обществе,а общество в нас.
Я убеждаюсь в этом,уже в который раз.
А он был не способен устоять от её глаз.
Как алмазы,златовласка,словно огонь окрас.
В душе строил гримасы,и слёзы под матрасом.
Она ведь далеко была не из серой массы.
И нашла его словно иголку в стоге сена.
Как будто загаданный поезд в метро-политене.
В тот момент он потерял характер как пенни.
И листья грустно в тот вечер о нём прошелестели.
В её руках он как марионетка.Он для неё так "Стрельнуть сигаретку"
Она его не ценит.
Тогда зачем он нужен?
Будь великодушной и покинь его душу...
В её руках он как марионетка.Он для неё так "Стрельнуть сигаретку"
Она его не ценит.
Тогда зачем он нужен?
Будь великодушной и покинь его душу...
Он ездил куда она скажет,где разрешит.
Как крепостной подшит.Как в крови лейкоцит.
Он за ней,как терьер на руках
Только в жизни реальной,а не во снах.
В один прекрасный день,история закончилась.
Собиравшись на тусу прикончили её
И подвело её чутьё,только вышла из подъезда.
Там трое с автоматами,и никакой надежды..
Пятно крови на асфальте,свист колёс.
Кто-то в его жизнь счастье превознёс словно курьез.
И все всерьез,без мира грёз.Какая услуга.
Ему ведь было туго.
Не от испуга.Он поехал к её подругам.
Многие даже не разговаривали,а смысл?
Мысль ушла,и что её нет.Он удостоверился.
На следующее утро он повесился.
В её руках он как марионетка.Он для неё так "Стрельнуть сигаретку"
Она его не ценит.
Тогда зачем он нужен?
Будь великодушной и покинь его душу...
В её руках он как марионетка.Он для неё так "Стрельнуть сигаретку"
Она его не ценит.
Тогда зачем он нужен?
Будь великодушной и покинь его душу...
Покинь его душу...
X-SISE.
In the morning I drink coffee. Dush contrast.
In vain, he threw phrases in ecstasy into it.
Metastases in the heart are beaten with phases, we killed our mind.
And we exist under their opinion-punishment.
And we have a little to live, I think so.
They kill themselves in different ways thanks to soullessness.
And we are not to blame in society, but by society in us.
I am convinced of this, for the umpteenth time.
And he was not able to resist her eyes.
Like diamonds, Zlatovlaska, like fire of color.
He built grimaces in his soul, and tears under the mattress.
She was far from a gray mass.
And I found it like a needle in a haystack.
As if a made-up train in the metro station.
At that moment, he lost his character as Penny.
And the leaves are sad about that evening about him.
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
He went where she will say where she would allow.
As a serf is heated. Like a leukocyte in the blood.
He is behind her like a terrier on his arms
Only in real life, and not in dreams.
One fine day, the story is over.
Gathering on a tusa killed her
And her instinct brought her, only left the entrance.
There are three with machine guns, and no hope ..
A spot of blood on the asphalt, whistle of wheels.
Someone in his life exalted happiness like a curiosity.
And everything is seriously, without the world dreams. What service.
He was tight.
Not from fright. He went to her friends.
Many did not even talk, but the meaning?
The thought has gone, and that it was not. He made sure.
The next morning he hanged himself.
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
Leave his soul ...
X-Sise.
In vain, he threw phrases in ecstasy into it.
Metastases in the heart are beaten with phases, we killed our mind.
And we exist under their opinion-punishment.
And we have a little to live, I think so.
They kill themselves in different ways thanks to soullessness.
And we are not to blame in society, but by society in us.
I am convinced of this, for the umpteenth time.
And he was not able to resist her eyes.
Like diamonds, Zlatovlaska, like fire of color.
He built grimaces in his soul, and tears under the mattress.
She was far from a gray mass.
And I found it like a needle in a haystack.
As if a made-up train in the metro station.
At that moment, he lost his character as Penny.
And the leaves are sad about that evening about him.
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
He went where she will say where she would allow.
As a serf is heated. Like a leukocyte in the blood.
He is behind her like a terrier on his arms
Only in real life, and not in dreams.
One fine day, the story is over.
Gathering on a tusa killed her
And her instinct brought her, only left the entrance.
There are three with machine guns, and no hope ..
A spot of blood on the asphalt, whistle of wheels.
Someone in his life exalted happiness like a curiosity.
And everything is seriously, without the world dreams. What service.
He was tight.
Not from fright. He went to her friends.
Many did not even talk, but the meaning?
The thought has gone, and that it was not. He made sure.
The next morning he hanged himself.
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
In her hands he is like a puppet. He for her so "shoot a cigarette"
She does not appreciate him.
Then why is it needed?
Be generous and leave his soul ...
Leave his soul ...
X-Sise.
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