Don't pray for me, don't waste your time.
If I still crave smoke then I'm fine.
Bound to the children of the night,
I feel alive drinking Moёt.
Don't listen to Peter and Paul,
They already fucked up this world.
They have enough wine and choir boys,
A limousine and a Rolls Royce.
Welcome down the highway to Hell.
Down the Styx we sail to nowhere.
We have no heart and no regrets.
Maggots feast in our eye sockets.
Curse us or bless us, we don't care.
We are nobody and nowhere.
If by chance you meet one of us,
You welcome to the yellow house!
01.03.2024
Highway to Hell
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2024
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