Dear everything,
Our world is a dream, infinetely fake A nightmare. Your life - your preening and struggle and worry its all pointless. All your problems and love affairs they're an illusion Now you can o visit her in some fleabag motel, public housing on social security for a complete mental depression Certainly I went to Hell. At this hour, what is dead is helpless, kind and helpless. While the Lord lives In the evening corpses were my companions, and I myself almost a corpse. The next day it was the same He said: “I am dying.”I said: “But aren’t all of us dying.” I came here to die I am governed by terror, sleeplessness, nostalgia Mother of God helps me out with my daily chores God always has perfect timing Yes terrible things happen but sometimes those terrible things they save you The holes in their clothes still leaking warm blood No matter how black the future looks all your troubles could be dissappeared tommorrow, From this high up you'd almost want to live Nobody felt how her heart jumped off a cliff at that moment. Now she's trying to cut off peoples tongues to infect them with parasites. Turn objects into people, people into objects Welfare queens I hope I'm dead by the time you read this.
