My Pride, I think, will kill me someday
I never cared about "them"
I know direction, how to find way
I never thought that I am gem
A lot of things there are on planet
That I am predisposed to miss
I hate these things, whole world is damned
It's prison, noone to release
I hate the fact that I'm a part
of fucking system of this presence
The point is that I have no heart
My breast is full of nasty malice
I know the way, I see the door
I see my own reflection
The problem is level Hardcore
and other things, not mentioned
