One mоre pill
how i've given up the answer
trying to hide my lie
i'm handsome son of nicotine
and ugly father of your lust
i'll follow your guilt
that covered by camouflage of trust
nine drunk bitches
to make me go
out of bar
nails length nine inches
to make you stay
not so far
pretty daughter of august
and awful mother of my favorite scar
smoke out your nice face mask
there where you turn your back to ask
what is a reason of silence
was abandoned crossroad
of care and violence
one more dose of the ocean
makes me remember
how i can breathe
without heavy dust in chest
all my world is half asleep
but for me nor peace nor rest
i'll grab your broken wrist
with my wounded fingers
at last try to escape
we are friends with benefice
we are foes without hate
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