Бонапартист Нуартьє
Eyes on the pot plants
Because drainage may happen too fast
No matter how much
My plants cost me
At least
10$ for roses
Hey, volunteers,
This violence and anger and hate
Make your activities
Senseless,
So do you.
There is a line between
Усе пливе перед очима, я вже сам не свій.
Біжу від вітру я мерщій.
Минуле та й пливе в очах, утримує мене.
Та бігтиму - не дожене.
Всё то, что я хочу забыть и здесь похоронить,
Набрід випив купу шотів
Набрід цурається хлопських шпротів
У наброді замовляють шлюх і дрочать
І, більш того, ще хочуть. Так,
вони ще щось хочуть.
I have to be swept
No place in the tribe
By four hands I'm kept
And one easy swipe
In the periphery of darkness
On your way to the light
You're gonna make a choice
After struggling inside
You must refuse
You must resist
It's broken me
Is twirling me
And I fell like I'm drunk
Yeah, I've been endlessly
Cleansed within
But no one cares around
Love's gonna make you nothing
And you will be down in the dumps
So crawl to me right now
I need a guy like you
Someone who has no soul and heart
And whose mind's filled with nothing
Kathrine,
I've been completely numb
All the brights of the world were away
Such not an ordinary numb
And I'm waiting for something right here
I saw everything you had done
I understand who you are
I was wrong
Could not stand
Against her ability to pretend
Don't delude me
Round up
A crowd full of loyal fans
And let me in out of turn
So I could see handsomness
But nothing's in the soul to bare
The glimpses of light only shine
You are taking your evening dress off
With you face against the wall
And I can see some new scars grow
On your back, smooth and tender at all
I want to cry in pain
Or just to fall asleep