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Muddy glass of soul every day darker
Soon it will turn into a wall. Break it if you can
But of what use are splinters of a greasy glass?
Of them you won't collect a picture
To leave things as they are. to underrate
and despite all
This way is easier, but it's not an exit
Do not admit alienation,
keep its reasons beside surface
If you will dive in abyss.
light of day no more you're gonna see
At the bottom rest you will find.
but do you really want it
Or you want confusions? Think about this
Unworthy to hide head in the sand,
After all things get only worse
Better take the blow, take it here and now