To the far side of the moon
To the world of living dead
Maybe i'll be going soon
But it seems i haven't yet
Done what i'm is meant to do
Stated what i have to state
All my life was just a tool
In the hands of cruel fate
Bless me, curse me, set me free
Love me, hate me, let it go
Life is just a reckless spree
And i've passed out long ago
My existance - just a shape
Just an air-filled baloon
All i want is to escape
To the far side of the moon
Far side of the moon
© Copyright: Женя Никоноров, 2019
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