В колонках играет - Rob Dougan - Clubbed to death
Настроение сейчас - мрачное

Dying through these colden years
I reached promised land of fake
Don't need anyone who cares
Never care for no one's sake

Do you like me smiling blankly? -
Far more than stand me depressed
Do you like me being careless? -
Far more than watch me obssessed

Just give me little hint
What you expect of me
What I need to belong
What I'm supposed to be

I can perform love, care
As well as hate and fear
But don't you fucking dare
Tell me to be sincere

*это был очередной долбаный кризис моей многострадальной личностной идентичности, спасибо за внимание*

А это я уже где-то здесь постила, но уж больно мне этот piece of shit сегодня под настроение

It just cannot last forever
Decay has already crept in
Whoever'd be trying whatever
It all will be gone to waste-bin

The end is at hand, can't you feel it?
All efforts in vain, and yours too
We all will be drowned in our own shit
No matter who's false and who's true

*радуется*