вот, сегодня на работе написал... не то, чтобы делать нечего было... просто распирало не по децки... вот и выплеснул на клавиатуру...

you've born the hatred... inside of me...
don't try to save me... I'm feeling free...
of your illusions... of your sweet words...
I'm going crazy... though I am not...

Pure wish of killing eats all my heart...
I see the pictures, full of your blood...
My hands are shakin', my eyes can't see...
My nose is bleeding, but I can feel...

Your lie is smelling, just like a shit...
My knife is waiting for you to split...
Your eyes are trembling, full of the fear...
You are not moving, you're dead my dear...