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Call your parents, tell & quot; okay & quot ;,
Tell me how yesterday in acid attacks,
You bottle shard stuck down his throat,
As perlite.
Tell me what you're homeless for the second month,
I swear, they just went berserk!
You loved remove them from themselves.
& Quot; I'd arrived mom, but for now it is impossible.
Yes, Mom, a lot of work & quot ;.
A lot of work? Seriously? What are you?
Sale luminous pens in the subway,
Creek through the sound of carriage wheels.
Stop, the crowd goes to the apron.
Your life, my son, you are grown up so fast.
You dreamed about it then, at nineteen? ...
Come on, tell them, they will be surprised.

Etc .: Your life? This is your hardcore?
Your hardcore is wound in your veins,
Your life? This is your hardcore?
You fought the system and came under the system.

When you walk through the streets, do not raise your head,
and then suddenly meet a familiar look.
And it becomes clear that they were right,
And you do not have, and is all your fault.
And no one to blame, not bad parenting,
Neither alcohol and nicotine that you ruined,
Neither the destruction of whales in the Pacific Ocean,
Not even the accident at Chernobyl.
Around the fault occurred only you,
You did it with him,
But you feel very self respect
For how to destroy her body.
And it's not some kind of drug,
You call a spade a spade,
But the fact that you use drugs
does not make you an addict.
You say that every morning,
Scream as her reflection.
And again, you go to war with the world,
Once you have defeated.
And it's not that you have lost,
Immediately it was not important.
You just fought with the world.
And the world did not see you ...

Etc .: Your life? This is your hardcore?
Your hardcore is wound in your veins,
Your life? This is your hardcore?
You fought the system and came under the system.