Newton's Three Laws. Михаил Сергеевич Пнёв
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Label you, don’t label us
How 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