All, what you heartache,
Is only my headache...
What you remember?
Do you feel the center?
Feel the darkness,
Feel the childlike loneliness...
Instead of your eyes - dark windows...
Hear dead silence in your rows...
Run from sweet words,
Run from any linking cords!
Do you want to hear yourself?
Oh, my friend, it's all your pelf...
I see you like death...
Listen, friend, it's your last breath!
Bloody rivers on your hands,
Rivers flow to empty lands...
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