Михаил Сергеевич Пнёв

Newton's Three Laws


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about good old love?

      How about good Lord above?

      Oh, no! It’s another lie

      For those who want to eat a bloody pie

      Revelation-Revolution

      Find the truth

      Release destruction

      Well, isn’t that a real illusion?

      We’re in the world

      Where a new idea is like a nuclear bomb

      Preparing for a bold

      A great tomb in shape of rhomb

      How about lonely stars in sky?

      How about lonely children’s cry?

      Oh, no! It’s another lie

      For those who want to change the world on the first try

      Another leader is up today

      His speech’s about solution and new way

      There must be something

      I don’t know

      Cause we’ve been here for a million years

      We’ve seen it all

      We’ve heard it all

      We’ve felt it all

      Oh, no! Here goes another scroll

      So maybe it will be an evolution

      To overcome this great confusion

      What can I say in conclusion?

      Revelation-Revolution

      Come on, my fellows

      Come here to live

      So find the truth

      Release the fusion

      Good and evil

      You are brothers

      Just be best friends

      White and black

      Give gray a chance

      Youth and elders

      Live in perfect harmony

      There is so much fun ahead

      No empty disputes in the future

      Just turn your head

      Meet tomorrow you have lost

      You know

      I have a rich imagination

      To not talk about nation

      So he was right

      John’s dream will come alive

      One day the world will be as one

      Bright Day

      Bright day

      Come again

      Bring the light

      Clouds eclipsed by the stars

      Day is lit

      Got you, nerd

      Do your lessons

      Choke your voice

      Rose is dead

      Got you, love

      Anoint your lips

      Close your eyes

      Best laid-plans are already made

      Counting seconds to death

      Right before the morning

      Wake me up and fix me

      Bright day

      Clear sky

      Leave the moon

      Rainbows’s gone, so are puddles

      Womb is full

      Got you, mom

      Bend your back

      Cut your cord

      Belly is warm

      Got you, dad

      Couch your sofa

      Watch your six

      Best laid-plans are already made

      Counting seconds to death

      Right before the morning

      Wake me up and fix me

      Bored as ever

      Bloom under the restless sun

      Enjoy your time being clever

      Best laid-plans are already made

      Counting seconds to death

      Right before the morning

      Wake me up and fix me

      Bright day

      Frown trend

      Doom the grey

      Bury the light we don’t share

      Got you, brother

      Got you, sister

      Got you, lonesome

      Got you, brat

      Good riddance, little sprout

      We’ll remember you been mad

      Best laid-plans are already made

      Counting seconds to death

      Right before the morning

      Wake me up and fix me

      Dead Inside

      Monday

      It’s a boring day

      Scale numbers, sure it’s eight

      Of course, I’m here going late

      Morning comes as dark falls

      I don’t wanna be nutcracked

      Rainbow shines

      Acid cures

      People wait

      Show your defect

      I’m dead inside

      Resurrected from the womb

      I’m wearing mask in my tomb

      Let’s go, diamond, crazy ride

      Alarm!

      So many ways to feel less dead inside

      Tuesday

      It’s a new day

      Father-priest, cleanse me from sin

      How you suppose to break routine

      Empty this glass along with me

      I don’t wanna be undone

      Drink is cold

      Feels so warm

      People wait

      Show your defect

      I’m dead inside

      Resurrected from the womb

      I’m wearing mask in my tomb

      Let’s go, diamond, crazy ride

      Alarm!

      So many ways to feel less dead inside

      Skin me live

      Gnaw the bones

      It seems that our vice

      Freedom bores

      Sunday

      It’s the last day

      Dismantle state, make up your mind

      Expect judges being not so kind

      Listen close, my favourite song

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