Slit my wrists, take away the pain.
Slit my throat, there's no one to blame.
Lost in the fields of confusion.
Restless nights, they're not far away, away.
I came here for something and I'm not turning back.
A calm piece of mind but you still hold my keys.
Keeping my fate deep within your threshold.
Petty inconvenience but it means the world to me.
You hold the power
To set me free.
Caught in your grasp, how?
Just let me be.
Give me control out,
Out of these depths.
A fiery hell.
I pray for death.
I've been the wrong one
time and time again.
Now I'm on my knees
forgive me please.
Tore out my heart
and handed to me on a silver platter.
Sew up the hole,
emptiness in the place of compassion.
You made me this way.
I am the product of your creation.
Sew up the hole
Now you, now you've turned your back on me.
You've turned away from me,
the future's much too far away to see.
I hope you learn the truth,
not the way things were meant to be with me and you.
Daugiau siryt nebesnekesiu paslepsniu temomis tokiom. Nes uzblokuos. Jei pries 70 metu i interneta buciau rases tarybu sajunga vietoj Tarybu Sajunga, butu uzblokave ir persekioje net seimos narius. Nepasikeite niekas tik spalvos...
Tie kurie vykdo mirtinas zmogzudystes arba issvaisto milijonus, arba degina savo bei kitu laika - turi Antikurejo Gena. Bet jei kaunasi du Antikurejai, kaip Hitleris ir Stalinas, tarkim, jie sukuria daug laisvos erdves po ju sekusiems Kurejams. Ir t.t.
Nakties mintis: manau 1dien suses mokslininkai su astrofizikais visokiais (pabaigs savo mesainius bibliotekos bufete), apsitare nuspres kad Kurejo Genas egzistuoja. T.y. neegzistuoja viskas chaotiskai, padrikai bet vienakryptiskai, kurejo ranka juda link.
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