Wenecja 2012.

the worrest monday ever !

Twisted into slut, barely raise my head,
I barely open my eyes, the more I think I cannot.
Although I promised you something and realize,
And so at the first opportunity to do it again.
The world today under me slowly loses color
I scream, I feel that I am alive, although I'm almost dead.
Heard singing, in the background - volleys,
boundary is a thin line, another of the fingerprint.
Burnin it all, we'll drink the rest,
And so this place does not give us a chance for more.
Give me your hand, and I shows you the way
through the bottom of the bottom to the sky today you meet with a God.
The fire from the eye passing into the body,
The farther away the noise is getting quieter.
There is no reason for us, meaning the plans,
There will be better here someone lied to us.

wenecja 2012.