Спасибо тебе, Katatonia, за то, что ты существуешь.......
Teargas
why have you put so many things into my eyes
that I can't see clear
who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth
and run in fear
it has been for me a strain to see already
what have you done
the rising noise
the sharpened smells
the deadened sight.....
what is it in my eyes,
a piece of broken
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