watch me begging
See me woken watch me heading
Watch me burning see me crying
Watch me moaning see me dying
See me blasting watch my fire
See me stunning with desires
Watch me braking with a hook
Watch me more…
Watch me woken which is likely live
Watch me spoken with the pretty lips
Watch me burning see me crying
Watch me moaning see me dying
See me blasting watch my fire
See me stunning with desires
See me broken watch me begging
See me woken watch me heading
Watch me braking with a hook
Watch me more…
«Tired with all these what will you cry for?..»
Tired with all these what will you cry for?
For the restful death or something more?
Would you keep being if there’s nothing to be for?
Would you keep living, having no one to adore?
Tired with all these what will you try?
The monkey finger or the LSD ride?
You have to pick up, And the choice is tough
The love of your life or life of your love
Tired with all these who would you damn?
The Brown bear or your Uncle Sam?
What would you stay for or probably leave
Would you like to find nowhere to be?
Tired with all these what would you want
The sweetest poison or the stool and a rope
You have to pick up, And the choice is tough
The love of your life or life of your love
«In the middle of nowhere where nights are always short…»
In the middle of nowhere where nights are always short
Where bread is always stale and the rules are made of dirt
Where doors have no keys cause there’s nothing to steal
Where rooms are always vacant cause there’s no one to live.
Where instead of «good-byes» we’re having today
Tomorrow you’ll have a farewell smile
Like a long-service soldier who has dreamt of a place
To find only ruins of his hometown
At the middle of nowhere where nights are always melting
Where time is not a gift but a boiler from hell thing
Where soul is a product to be oversold
Holding on means that you have nothing to hold.
Cosmopolis is erasing my boondock away
At the middle of nowhere at the bottom of hate
I swapped my own freedom for the discount in a store
To be sure in future coming out the door
That tomorrow someone to be laying in bed
Will sleep away the minute to death
Some young intern to falter his knife
Someone will gun down his cheating wife
«Gravel road – full reload…»
Gravel road – full reload
Instant need for long-term hope
That somewhere on the track
You’ll be shot in a face But not in your back
Gravel road – nothing more
Erasing thoughts are my alcohol
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