Ветер в голове попутным не бывает. (с)
In the crowd of pain,
St. Jackie comes without any shame,
He says "We're fucked up",
But we're not the same,
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jackie died today
He blew his brains out into the bay,
In the state of mind
In my own private suicide...

@темы: че за хрень, мадаа, мыслишки идиота, я неистребим