Someone said that I love life,
Is it so? I can't decide,
Just to wright so many words,
Useless, mighty, i don't know,
If you hear crazy thoughts,
Let'em through the body flow.
I remember our meeting,
Can you do that dance for me?
People feel my fucking itching,
They will laugh the way to be.
Pain not real, doesn't hurt,
Blood and tears are of plastic,
Love the thing in store's been bought,
Like a sound of guitar, fantastic.
So where we come in perfect game?
What we've done while having fun,
Night and passion, there'll be crime,
At the end the dawn brings sun.
Let s wait for the reality
© Copyright: Дхармасоул, 2008
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