Things to trust
Not the belief in flash of lust
Not mirage of your mirror eyes
Not giving mе the drugs of lies
My cigarettes are always there
Not gonna lead me through despair
Not goona feed with rotten hope
To fill my soul with stinky sope
My music's gonna let me breathe
Stare at the world trough weightless wreathe
Enclosing to the state of mind
Where noone hurts me from behind
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