Поразительно...
я, обладая достаточно высокой стойкостью ко всем эмоциональным переживаниям, уже 2-ю ночь не могу нормально заснуть.
старые фильмы ужасов это труъ

зато в меня шмальнула ебанутая на голову муза из гаубицы калибра 225 мм и я выдал примерно следующее

the inevitable downfall
all is turning to stone
forever waiting for future
making mind suture
breaking thousands temples
doing all as in samples
seeking for flying cure
the fog in front is so unpure

Why
can't we see we die
Why
can't we degrade skies
How
will look becoming
Future
is thechnogenic

placing monuments for shadows
climbind subconsciousness ladders
rush about different things
no knowledge of gist
destroy the truth don't understand
staying in lights soul gonna melt
telling the lies to faceless
everything normal is madness

Why
can't we see we die
Why
can't we degrade skies
How
will look becoming
Future
is thechnogenic

burning ships of exhaustion
acting with primitive motions
arising from covers and dust
twining round the fust
fearing nothing but all
eating the closiest soul
looking from empty glass-socket
living and wainting in pocket


Why
can't we see we cry
Why
we have only lice
How
will survive the mad
Future
is dead