All i want is to surrender.
Nothing keeps my heart in chest.
Need to.. cut it.. kill me.. tender.
Just to find some kind of rest.
Everything is so amusing.
Demons scratching thru that door.
Holy words - they simply using
Damned soul, you looking for.
All i want is to surrender.
Bleeding different somehow.
As another lost pretender,
Can i stop my play for now?
Anything will work tomorrow.
Not on me, but right for you.
Happiness of yours - my sorrow.
Show me where we going to.
All i want is to surrender.
But your stare is reaching me,
Putting guts of mine in blender.
Never whole means never free.
Something, what i was still crying.
Acid tears consumed by rain.
I`m here not to speak of dying.
Just put bullet in my brain.
Surrender
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