Snowflakes

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The north wind makes me feel cold on my skin
I sippin' wine and smoking leaning out of the wet window
Gloomy days, gray sky, snow with red drops as if bleeding
Hopeless choke, understanding of the world draws a fiend
All your tears on your cheeks make you clench your fists
All these things are therapy, so I work like a beast
Gothic dark priest with censer in the lungs
He forgets about misses
He's no longer on a fucking leash, bitch

White snowflakes are breaking on my face
Slaves show off their chains (it's funny)
Do they have brakes?
Where are the changes in life for the better?
I smoke cigarets with cold air in February
My boat crashed on a daily routine
I'm lonely like a red beam
Which blinds the victim catching the eye before get kill
Hear the breath of death on the way to limbo
Day with a gray sky I see again from a dirty window
The system billed my body and wanted to see it bleeding
But I focused on creativity and so far it saves me
It’s the ability to stay afloat and at least slightly relieve misery
Reality does not match my fantasy
Bitch I tried but I can't see you in my destiny
I'm a fucking loner and probably always will be