Кома

Random digits weary hours
Go as in a delirium - step back, two ahead
Confusing code, a mystery without words
Believe, when the arriving aircraft,
You will be here
[we fall, like in the movies
would not be sad, it would be funny]
And we'll be forever
[as always, god and the devil at the same time]
together
Cry went out, in the house
The world without us " - a dead end, coma
On the drop of tap - sex grams per day
Measure the time marked in the zero
I - lacerated wound, direct target,
A pale shadow of the head in the noose
On a thin needle stand

[yes it is just a hell - sit in paradise
and see your point of view, and in him all your pain]
Lost on the edge of the abyss
[not give up, to live is to be in the battle]
Day two, one at home
The fear, the wall, saliva, coma
Hence all the bad you can see in red colours AND you are powerless, it is a shame and furious terribly
Soul импотентна without everyday flesh
But it also beat when my love goes
The procedure for the edge of emotional limit
Identification of a corpse, as the news say - body
You have to be bold and I have not at affairs
Although there has arrived, because you wanted
The ice in my hands getting cold
Rain in the eyes ago rain down
Zero in the soul traces of breaking
I'm already coma