Now there's nothing worse than such a lonely place.
Than a free soul locked in carousel of emotions.
Who can give me freedom?
Who did it?
Hole in my heart
Hole in my mind
Hole in my soul.
Im not the one who knows how to swallow pain.
Anyway if you have some weed...thats what i need.
Now is the time to resist against slavery in chains of freedom.
And nobody knows where the key was left.
So we got to make a new one.
A new one from our power.
Hole in my heart.
Hole in my mind.
Hole in my soul.
Where's the fucking hole in my heart???
I need it.
Because if the hole will be big enough, my body will be dead.
And that's the way i like it.
Wow im a poet now…

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