The Brothers Karamazov book

Did you want me to stop?
Tend to kill the kindly ones.
You said you think it's blunt,
if she gives love he choose to run.
And everything is true,
like Father Zosima revealed.
The last of words is yours,
but with this hell how can you live?

And I don't want you to know, that it's all you're fucking fault.
My intuition told me not to buy your desperate calls.
Your pendent Adam's apple, your hooked nose.
You stepped from The Brothers Karamazov book.

You washed me like a rust,
then broke me like a vinyl disc.
Cause once there came the lust -
it brings a lot of lavish risk.
And when I saw you through
you said you can't control your goddamn blues.
I hoped for something new -
for a grain of bitter truth.

The smallest man, who has ever lived
in comparison with you the greatest I've ever seen.
Were you spinning your threads on that goddamn steering wheel?
You're sick to the brain, but you'll never be healed,
and you sob, you can't get up.
I'll scream "so go rot there!"
Cause each time you needed I always been with you.
I never needed your wealth,
it's all just one screen wide,
but you gambled away all your honor and pride.
You'll be trying to run, but I swear you would never hide.
I'll leave no stone unturned just to watch you die.
You called me your bright star,
then ghosted for fortnight.
No one gives a damn, but you still verbalize.
The sound of your name
should be used
in lieu of shame,
as you're falling cruel
from The Brothers Karamazov book.