Not for me and not for proud
I give you my heartbeat
Noise, delirium combined
Grow my absurd’s seed.
Not for punches, not for shame
Our lyrics came out
Tongue and jaws are getting lame
Beaten by the crowd.
Not this period, this life
Just a part of being
Carve these simple words with knife,
While your soul is screaming.
Feel my tension, feel my mind
Amazing song was born
Not for me and not for shrine
We are never lorn.
Voices, words flock in my head
Out of understanding
Not beneath and not above
Just the middle slamming.
Октябрь 2020.
Still my thirst
© Copyright: Андрей Шиляев, 2021
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