Нервы ни к чёрту. Трясутся руки. Да ещё и стихи начал писать... Это уже диагноз, наверно))
Вот они, кстати.
American bastard

This life is just a twisted circus
You see death comin' close
Makin' it's fatal circles.
You wanna be one of those
Who're livin' it nice'n'easy.
You step into life and see
That path is too dark and greasy.
How dare ya stay before me?
You, who has never tried
An attempt to make this world better?
Thousands of people died
While ya were gettin' fatter.
You for me just a stain
On face of our Mother Nature
Cuttin' ya guts will be
Maybe the sweetest rapture.

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В колонках играет - кулер