There is no death to use
There is no place to hide
There is just fucking truth
There is just shade to ride
There is no lust for soul
There is no life for dream
There is just little hole
There is just silent scream
There is no bliss to feell
There is bless to dwell
There is just fea so real
There is just demon's spell
There is no act to proud
There are no things to ask
There is just one way out -
We must put off the mask!
(c) январь 2004
The True Reality of the Dirty Illusion
© Copyright: Граф Смерть, 2012
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