We are all slaves, the slaves of rules,
which were made to make the fools,
day after day we feel it hard.
All what we think – must be forgot…
All what we do – go back and forth,
and our words are nothing worth,
and our blood stinks like a shit,
and stomach always wants to eat...
May be I’m dump,
my eyes see wrong…
But I can’t bare it so long.
Slaves of rules... Fuck the System
© Copyright: Максим Бука, 2009
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