You are one of those
Who walks along the blade.
You are one of those
Remaining in the shade.
You are foolish creature
Trembling in cool sweat.
You are longing for the future,
But for you it's dead.
You are like helpless mouse
That likes to eat free food,
So please, shut your fucking mouth,
Sorry if I seem too rude...
You make a rod for your own back
Waiting for the final breath,
You keep on going the wrong track.
It's the road to your death.
You want to be loved,
But no one wants to be with you,
And you want to scream and shout,
'cause all your friends rejected you.
You have sold your soul
To the Devil, evil-maker,
Now you've got another role,
You've become a drug taker.
And liquid runs along your veins
Merging with the blood.
You lose your mind because of pain,
Now you are a lump of mud.
deadman walking
© Copyright: Пилипенко Сергей, 2010
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