Та же кровь, разбитые банки, блудный сын: ты загипнотизирован, создал законы и стерилизовал — мы выше желаний?
The same blood
i suppose
breaking jars
i'm no good
as the prodigal son
and i know that you're mesmerized
you had a vision, made these laws
and sanitized, are we above desires
i miss him so
you are so fucked
it has begun
revolution crawls
all over you
i was asleep
you light up this sky
and scrape out your skull
your lovely face
will never be claimed thrice
it was so unlikely doom
upon my wrists i bear the cross
my losses mount
as i climb across the hole
of my own soul
i'll claim my prize
i don't exist
i am divine
a ghost with eyes