"Fuck the police"
He said just once.
"Rise from your knees,
Let's have a dance"
Crowd is rough,
Mindless and blind.
There is no love
Instead of fight.
Someone is pretty,
Someone's a freak.
Don't give a pity,
Give that face brick.
Strap on your guitar,
Show us your pain.
Even your lips are
Pleasure, not main.
Main things are hidden,
That's why you're bothered.
Be sure, your meaning
Is more than other's.
Санкт-Петербург, 15.02.15, 20:02-21:03
Main things
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