Your silence's too loud
Insomnia blessed with
Black cloud
In my temples
Pulsing of bullets
In yours - north proudness
Random
Guest
Guess why are
Check and mate
Around
It' s your turn
To lie down
Under the conscience press
Yes
We're both
Liars
Keep calm
I just
Put out the fire
There is no fate and time
Allowed..
I'll save your negative
Image
Never'd be colored.
Июнь 2019