Читать книгу Стихи и лирика 2.0 - Николай Шабуневич, Николай Александрович Шабуневич - Страница 24

Break away

Anyway sometimes you’ve got to do that.

Pray for rain

To wash all your traces away.

Don’t be late

We have better stuff to mess about

Don’t look away

Accept that choice to save your face

Everything is a reason

everything is a motive

Your life is the fuckin prison,

your mind is a bloody key

Betray your fate

Be your own personal Jesus,

Don’t play the game

Which doesn’t have a winner.