You don't have any reasons
Any reasons to fly.
But you have only reasons
Only reasons to die.
Close your eyes. Can you feel it?
Hellish darkness of world.
Realize now, my dear
That no one your hand holds.
Under skies of frustration
You are living in grave.
You're made of desolation
And you'll always be slaves.
Don't be sad, take it easy!..
You are able to solve..
To leave nasty and queasy
Place of pain. And be cold.
Only reasons to die
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