Слова:
Vehemence The Thoughts From Which I Hide

you understand You will go peacefully But I still regret Not hearing you pleading Pulling you closer feeling your breasts Pressing so firmly, aroused! I

thought that I must learn to get under control I must think, organize, and come to terms with this No matter how hard I try I won't win My tears spill from

now my urinal I can smile at you, I am happy with what you've become They look at me and they think I'm just like them I will show you how I really

by waves of violently burning hatred Pulling from all sides, nothingness beckons persistently The knowledge of utter humanity and its toils I can feel