Bad days to survive
Worse nights to comply
Clouds above your head
You are always wrong
You can't beat the throng
Wishing you were dead
Break into the parts
Fling, throw out the darts
To the eyes of the objectors
Get them all away
No one gonna stay
Everyone will disappear
Raise up your eyes
Take a look in the sky
You can do nothing yet
The time will come
You will force them to cry
You gonna cut their heads
Написано в 1999 году
To the Future Hangman
© Copyright: Siddy, 2002
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