Newton's Three Laws - Михаил Сергеевич Пнёв

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fair is this thing?

      So answer is I said enough

      Enough with big high expectation

      For never-ending education

      I’m supposed not to be like this

      Somebody, please, call me a freak

      Call me an ogre

      Cause I’m your shame

      Treat me like a monster

      Cure the wrong within

      I just wanna get something else

      All I need is my youth

      All I need is abuse

      All I need is confuse

      And I need no excuse

      Justifying this unholy war

      Never cared what people said

      Never cared about them

      Never cared what I’ve done

      Never cared about me

      She once left me unconscious

      Whining like a little bitch

      Hey wait, how can’t I be ferocious?

      Damn your vain lives

      Scapegoat for you all

      Doubt you, don’t doubt us

      Why do you still exist?

      So answer is I paid enough

      Enough insane rebel contribution

      To a never-changing constitution

      I’m supposed not to be like this

      Somebody, please, call me a freak

      Call me an ogre

      Cause I’m your shame

      Treat me like a monster

      Cure the wrong within

      I don’t wanna be a patient

      And I don’t need your poor patience

      No patience in love

      No patience in battle

      No patience in paradise

      No patience in fate

      And Hell awaits

      Never cared what people said

      Never cared about them

      Never cared what I’ve done

      Never cared about me

      Somebody, please, call me a freak

      Call me an ogre

      Cause I’m your shame

      Treat me like a monster

      Cure the wrong within

      I am the awakened Devil

      Rise, demons

      Hell awaits

      Still

      Still the rain is coming

      I don’t know where

      Still looking for the truth

      I cannot bear

      Still the sun is shining

      Above my weary head

      Still sleeping with the booze

      Lonely in my bed

      And still, still, still

      Still same voice

      Still same thoughts

      Yet another beauty is bleeding out of love

      For you (for you)

      Still the wind is blowing

      Moving silver hair

      Still expecting fun and honor

      Time to play fair

      Still the moon is rising

      Ringing like a bell

      Still approaching softly

      Afraid to break the spell

      And still, still, still

      Still same voice

      Still same thoughts

      Yet another beauty is slipping far way

      From you (from you)

      Still the snow is falling

      Back to mother ground

      Still reflecting memories

      Body in a shroud

      And still, still, still

      Still same voice

      Still same thoughts

      Yet another beauty is wasting her youth

      Because of you (because of you)

      And still, still, still

      Still same voice

      Still same thoughts

      Yet another beauty is making bitter love

      To you (to you)

      The Darkest of Our Days

      So what?

      Is it a world of rumors now?

      Then let my words flow

      Never seen their other countries

      Got the best in the palm of my hand

      Never seen blood on the soles of my shoes

      Who write in red in that yellow press?

      May I go on?

      May I carry on?

      Never seen a rotting corpse

      Never felt so starving to wars

      Drugs that make some lives

      Have I ever paved these trails?

      Back to me

      When I was punished for fails

      Oh dear fellas

      Been a human, not a soldier

      Is it a fortune to lose

      Not a country but the soul of it?

      Is it a way to choose

      Not a state but an engine of greed?

      Gimme one more lead

      Sew up

      Chew up

      Throw away

      Chasing the elusive peace

      What we forgot, what we’ll achieve

      Pouring poison with a kiss

      Perhaps it is the time for us to leave

      May I go on?

      May I carry on?

      With all the wizards that are gone

      Our magic is bleeding, drowning in the Styx

      Are you fixing leaks?

      Gather those ungrateful pricks

      Tears, tears, tears

      Puddles like the darkest of our skies

      Fears, fears, fears

      Among the worst and smartest of our lies

      Imagine those Shakespeare plays

      Through the darkest of our days

      Fate to Fade

      All important things

      Limited

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