Mood is mud

Никита Бессмертный
Mood is mud
And a manmade ocean
A river that floods
In disproportion
A fear of burning hell
Of you who will rebel
Fly out like a bird
With noisy chains I heard
And nail in the eye
Of deathless birth
Knuckle breaking spine
Choking on an earth
Mind-altering drug
Psycho breakdown
Killing a peaceful bug
Alone and thrown out
Sacrifice me, crucifix
Give me all the pain
Put a cross inside my brain
Moma, I can’t breathe