I�ve not been able, to heal myself yet
Of street-prophets� sentences
My lips are throwing but curses
My laughter is the cry of despair
For a moment too much
For longer to little
It is also dangerous
To forget one�s name
In what purpose, the end is left
The way in its way is confused
For everybody good
Glory to f****** benefactors!
I�m taking in my hands
The act of depression
Which one can get from notary public
� to forget one�s name?
� violated thought about the test of the new�
I�m asking a lame beggar for advice
To forget one�s name?
To forget�
Of street-prophets� sentences
My lips are throwing but curses
My laughter is the cry of despair
For a moment too much
For longer to little
It is also dangerous
To forget one�s name
In what purpose, the end is left
The way in its way is confused
For everybody good
Glory to f****** benefactors!
I�m taking in my hands
The act of depression
Which one can get from notary public
� to forget one�s name?
� violated thought about the test of the new�
I�m asking a lame beggar for advice
To forget one�s name?
To forget�