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366th day of groundhog, tight loop of my little world.

Rough lasso was threw on the neck by the past.

The memory of the Stalin's skyscraper in the centre of Warsaw

Piles up like foreign anachronism

For suck a long time, that was recognised as a symbol of the city

Like a Berlin Wall - 300 kilometres

Left by ancestors for tourists.

(Brain blow, ruptured aneurysm)

I’m sitting in front of the window, I have washed the dishes -

I was happy here, and I won’t anymore

Early released from the closest,

Conditionally sentenced to suicide.

Leave you in english,

I have tore up all nerves on Union Jack.

To mix tram with whiskey,

To crucify seizures on the pharmacy crosses.

To shut my mouth by medical tape myself,

When twisted leaves in both kidneys

Growing up like right into the spine -

It is hurts in the morning and in the night.

I hide solid belms behind the curtain in the afternoon

I am singing lullabies for my devils

-

They have a lot of work on the night shift,

And I tear my throat, that there are veins swells in the neck

Without my hums - they sleep badly -

Just lying and eating me by their sights from the darkness;

And from the curtain the view isn’t better:

Bloody mode, cardboard opposition.

Second-rate era’s citizen, proudly

I admit it as a product of a second-rate

My best thoughts and coming days

I give it, like an experience of a chocking control.

I’m sitting in the darkness - and it

Isn’t worse in the room, that outside.

I’m sitting in the darkness - and it

Isn’t worse in the room, that outside.

I could stay there , nearby the tree on the Petrodrag’s highway;

With the stomach full of the wheels, near to the refuelling;

With the empty bottle in my arm, frozen by the morning -

By this year rejuvenated by 5 years.

Frosted grass, November will end soon.

I measure hospital’s corridors and psychologist’s cabinets by my shadow.

I understand better, that it doesn’t help

(Doesn’t help, doesn’t help, doesn’t he-)

I woke up wearing dirty jacket,

In the terrible hostel somewhere in St Petersburg.

I tried to play “hide and seek”,

Drunk pills with alcohol - piece of shit.

To lay like a vegetable in the mental hospital

Kind doctor will suggest me it in a week.

But I will throw his receipt away -

My plans are different, if I have survived anyway.

Don’t leave your room,

Let room guess,

How do you look like, and by the way -

Incognito Ergo Sum!

As the substance in the hearts noted

Don’t leave your room, don’t talk to the paparazzi.

Let’s don’t cry in front of the cameras,

Without breaks for advertising and comment spammers.

Merge with wallpaper, lock up, barricade yourself

From chronos, space, eros, virus

• Artist:Noize MC
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