Chained to sensesA great, great cold allAround me.A cold touch.I'm going inside me.Dark flames burning in my universe.My red sky ... high rises a blazing light.As red as blood.Every day wrestling with myself,Not to drown in the sands of memory.And this is all... or nothing.My inner fire burns continuously.Burns and drive away the cold chill that gives off a gray life.A chorus screaming, will come into the ear of those who didn't want to hear.Pale visions of a bleak reality.
The sad race of existenceCount to Three.Within 3 seconds your skull will EXPLODE.One.What message do you want to leave mankind?What wise words you want to give the bastards,who continue to live mocking you?None. Can't think of anything.Don't come the words.The terror is taking over your thoughts.Two.The last two seconds of your life.Squeeze your brains.Give your final consideration.Someone will treasure your words.Your lips tremble.Sweat, cold, row your face.Your mind is locked.No thought can emerge in your head.Here! you've got something to say.. - I have a finely thought important to say."I wanted to be somebody else."Three
WrathSipping the flow of my consciousness,I can see everything in a way clear. crystal. clear.The only problem is thatWhat comes before my eyes,I don't like it one bit.What my ears have heardCorroded my diplomatic understanding.What I feel my brainHe has without a doubt,Sick of my lonely soul.As we are stupid ...Our rudimentary movements ...Our mechanics speeches ...What are our values?The house with swimming pool,The big cars expensiveObjects, objects, only objects!The bigger the better ...Look at me! I'm the guy with the yacht!Look at that diamond give me the man of my life!Your inner poverty terrorizing y
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