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Exploring the fields of mind

I may die, And the rest of my life...

For this time your sign

Cuts my skin like a knife

Miserable ghosts flying

Paling, silent crying In the dark

I wish you burn in fire

Lake of entropy fuel tank

A complex of skin and flame:

Smell of flesh, no chances for disease

There's more and more pain

Increase the gain, the scale is overrated

Measure units are failing,

Stuck in fading in the endless of space

I realize:

You giving me the chance and the way to live

Provoke the action

My wishes overrated I enjoy my passions

Refer the virtue

Cut her cute dress Watch the pure stress

That's overly of you

Naked truth and the dusty wind With wasted parts

I'm wiping up this shit

Trying to fit everything to my grid

/J. Christian solo/

D.Doty:

My wishes overrated I enjoy my passions

Refer the virtue

Cut her cute dress Watch the pure stress

That's overly of you

Naked truth wasted wind and dusty parts

I'm wiping up this shit

Trying to fit everything to my grid

Now it`s so many ways

Paths and roads to waste my time

Too many time for rest

So many reasons for stress

Becoming depressed in

Lack of tyranny eye control

Now it`s over, I`m tired

And requesting "for a slave" patrol