My mind is drunk as lf blind.
I'm falling behind this life,
Becoming a person colorblind.
I'm in a dive... a dive...
I want to distinguish between black and white,
I want to learn to dream and feel day and night.
I want to distinguish between good and evil.
Who controls me, angel or devil?
I do not control my life.
I just go along the highway.
I'm in a dive...
In a dive...
A dive...
When is the end in this way?
That's my whole boring life.
Tell me, how can I go on, guy?
My words are dedicated to outsiders, just like me.
My depressive poetry for the strange, agree...
You can burn me...
Yoy can hate me...
In the end you kill yourself and me...
But many people like me...
I do not control my life.
I just go along the highway.
I'm in a dive...
In a dive...
A dive...
When is the end in this way?
Here is our boring life.
How to be further, guy?
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