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The Vice
09:50
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Scarf the plan - the hail...The peek at something...
Start To lie: a confused tale in a stupid tensive
Style. The bend of fate is leading to abyss
And again your fail
Famish your conceit.
It's time to take a hint.
Who is laughing now?
You're a forlorn sacrifice.
Who closes the doors you found.
Your sentence is the love of vice.
"Help to leave his wallet" - it hocuses, it lights.
Now think of how to scoot with foppish
Gait. The bend of fate is leading to abyss
And again this fail
Famish your conceit.
It's time to take a hint.
You know that you somehow can't struggle with this passionate desire.
You know that you somehow can't issue him 'cause it will be known to your master.
You know that you somehow can't alter him and try to break free.
You know that you somehow stick forever here.
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Naked sun is getting dark.
You're trying to find the brightest shore (the) sun still lights up.
This is the only place,which you will love not afraid.
When the nights become so long,
You conceive that everything go wrong,
Write cold words оn blackened sand, that sweep so fast.
When the clouds make a new false dance,
You decide to wait for a happy circumstance.
Remainders of the former life have no chance.
When the nights become so sad,
Your blubbered eyes can notice other magic side.
Then you'll try to break through the pride,that never dies.
You flop on the floor as a flock. That's a bit thick. (Let him shout it out!)
You know the pride will have a fall, but really think the things will come round.
It's easy to come in an opened door, than try to seek your own way,
Than try to go onto the prowl. You just indifferently dance with closed eyes..
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White Paths
07:17
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The swings' squeak hurts your ears again, so loud.
Be ready to feel the withdrawal pains.
White paths of powder is the only course to adopt.
The hear spreads on a body - You know what it means.
How hands shaked with prelude of
Artificial paradise.
Your engagement is broken off,
Your dreams were compromised.
He was all ears.
The adventures turns into tests.
The Devil's desire knows how to effect
On the opposite part of your life.
You took their words in a bad sense, so naive.
Now suffer through only your's own fault.
You don't need anyone & anything,
Except strange illusion of happiness.
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Everyweek Rhapsody
07:38
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Our Gallery
08:12
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The ardent stupid crowds with iphones and parkas..
Yeah, I belong to this grey mass and see around the blinds,
Who spending all life to haul your skin from corner to corner,
And think so it should be
Politicians know the best and lead to their trails,
They don't care about the ways not tallying with theirs.
We can only delude ourselves all could be much worse
And guess so it should be
So why you sympathize with wars?
Why should you ask to faked Gods?
How could you submit? Should you learn to love this
Cruel world
So tender subjects, are you sure?
Your temper run away with you.
Now our gallery welcome you! Please, keep your mouth shut
The ardent stupid crowds with iphones and parkas..
Yeah, I belong to this grey mass and see arond the blinds.
Again I've to ask myself: "Would this be worth it if have
To wait?"
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