THE DEGRADATED SIDE
The holes of misfortunes
The terrible details fail to see
The moments of depression
Turn into eternal misery
Microworld inside of me
The silent peace of past retained
Stirred with the dirty identity
False delusions add more pain
Walking slow into the heart of desert
With the time watch on my back
Frightened by the answerless distance
Never dead but yet still something's lacked
Morning comes and never heals
The wounds of yesterday's fights
Always damned, my grave is sealed
So straight highway to hell is at the right
Ten minutes warnings
Seven roads collide
Lonely obscene calling
The degradated side
The Degradated Side
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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