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Morning arrives, beam of sunlight wakens up my eyes,
Shades on the floor dancing to the chants of birds
So I decide to stay in bed for some time
Spreading my ear through the house all around
Imbibing the sounds
I hear the footsteps of my dad
Some tiny words of my grandma
This simple scene has no flaws, none at all

You know it feels good to sit in front of TV
Or lay down on bed with a nice book to read
We have million ways of spending our time
But sometimes I’m so bored and I know fuckin’ why

I can’t wait till day we’re going out
To drink enough booze for singing loud
The same time and place and the same result

Sitting at the corner looking at these empty streets
Finishing our bottles but no one is beating a retreat
The moon is guarding us again with dull and pallid light
Summer’s coming to its end but I feel so great inside

Heavy thoughts and suffering walked the other way
There’s nothing left to bring me down in the world (air) today
It’s time to live in present tense, time to memorize

Society is so crummy
It can’t get any worse
There is no point in posing threats
We sit and watch it rot
They say punk-rock should wake up
The careless souls from sleep
Well, if our voices (are) not that loud
We still can live with it

I’ve never been a stranger to a healthy cynicism
To get ideas into shape
I sipped big words
Then looked around
Unmasking lies that sounded great
But lately I don’t see the gap between sublime ideals
And sorrowful reality
In new worldview

Everytime I see you you always mess around
Trying to show off by letting people down
Your arguments are clear they even don’t need proof
Is seems you’re only one who really knows the truth

Brand new cap and brand new shoes
Hardcore gives you all the rules
You’ve got your pride, it’s on your own

Exceptional, unique, beyond compare
One only, stand alone, unparalleled.
“You will not grasp our country with your mind”
It seems to me the poet said it right
Land of hope and glory and irrationality
The last one would be fine but why it’s always negative?
Time after time
We bury all our chances

Everything is wrong
All the plans went down to nothing
This ache is getting strong
It covers me, looks like I am stuck to

The same aggravated regrettable feeling again

Avoided from the start

I don’t care what the future may bring
And I don’t see any reason to think
That I’m lazy and unconcerned jerk
Who cares not that much
And goes with the stream
There’re plenty of goals you’ll set
There’s a number of chances you’ll bet
Looking forward till purpose attained

Walking down the street I’m all alone
Lots of people are running by, I don’t wanna see them
The best song ever makes me sing along
I’m deaf and blind to the world around me
But suddenly next second
I met gaze I met the gaze
I met the gaze of that gigantic metal face
It was so close I almost cried

Hey you there don't look at me
I'm afraid to pee! I'm afraid to pee!

Standing still in perplexity
I'm afraid to pee! I'm afraid to pee!

For some reason I can't
Urinate in public

To mark this year you use a goat
But per my own horoscope
It’s the year of mental discipline
The only promises I break
Are those I’ve given to myself
This pity pattern must be changed
“Life is what you make it, friend” -
The phrase we always hear from honored men

Hello, my convenient state of abundance
I have everything I desire and need:
Hundred excuses of being incapable
A million of chances to use and succeed

Wasting away
Day after day

I hear them everyday
Their ringing voices strike me with dismay
Reflections are lost in arrogant shouting
When sense of shame is gone
And virtue number one is to belong
This miserable sight is hardly surprising
I’m stuck inside the largest granfalloon
And can’t get out

Now it’s fateful time
Now it’s fateful time
Get prepared to mobilize
Now it’s crucial stage
Now it’s crucial stage
And it never really ends
All our foes, they are real:
Junta, west and soulless queers

Expressing the will of their generous voters
They pass legislation, prescribe dos and don’ts
But somehow the don’ts serve as prevalent option
“It will come to no good” – the motto they hold
So many things left to protect
So many freedoms to neglect
Focus on dangers, not on growth
Prevent the change of status quo

There's no chance that I will talk to you
There's no reason but I want to
There's no real fucking chance that I will ever talk to you
It could be us, but I'm still on my own
There's no hanging on the telephone
I try to friend you but I can’t, since your account is always closed
I'm writing letters one by one
Feeling so dumb

Wherever I may go, you’ll be there
My loyal life companion, the sense of imperfection I like to wear
I’ll always find some regrets
And doubt if I tried all my best
Mentally compiling the list
Of all the items I’ve missed

The work is going great, so it seems

Came here to collect my parcel
With a friendly smile on my face
But now I’m stuck here for 2 hours
What a dense ungodly place

I hate my local post-office
There’re always too many people
And just one cashier is working