Dull thoughts,
Smash my brains,
Begin the riots,
Begins the game.
That game called life,
In which we stuck,
We have a knife
And silk cut.
I'm going my way,
I haven't hit the sack,
'Demons go away!
Wait!Where is Balzac?'
I'm like in trance,
I don't know where I'm,
Too long is my dance
And also too high.
Life is machination,
All people want money,
Lies all the nation,
Lie look like honey.
Silk cut
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