I came back to give you all a joy

One mask mask in the morning
Silence of any retirement poison, then
Endangered, depressed, but not to accept the rate
War or Joint Identity |

Harry, the murderer is the magician
Broke, but did not sit on the knees, the magician
Let's leave the footprint in the empty corridor
Message the next day ....

Exhalation only with hands
Like tired people mock mistakes
The confused magicians are lost
The mystery thinks about me

Think of you quietly in town
Draw graffiti across the wall
Blood spots will spread in the body of the destiny,
Chest ribs ..