Концепт No. 2

They flew like a Raven, The walls of the blood, The river of filth. Drowned in a drunken pool. Love is a fucking thing, Traitor, killed in the back. They died at the hands of the vile. Drowning and drowning in the fucking quagmire. The reverse side, Absorbed by intoxication, More precisely innocent people, Involved in these damned networks. They died of intoxication, Like flies, I wash my face with blood From your neighbor's severed arm. It's rotting, How's your soul, Drama and shock, Feet frozen in ice, long ready. The intoxication has entered the brain, You were running, running away from problems, But they caught up. Slit that faggot's throat, Who blabbed about the truth and life of being. He was never seen again. The burden of a cursed friendship, Torn photo And this rot on the skin... it's beautiful, Just for you. Ruined my life with intoxication, Forever and ever, These people, Who are not people And very sad. It's already the fourth day, I wash my face with blood Cursed people, Which are not... they are forgotten, Like a bad dream. Nobody wants you, you're Freezing in the fridge. You don't exist anymore, You're wiped off the face of the earth...