Cut Off

Life's just a suffering
Joy is given to compare with
That is my morbidness, that you go under for many days
And the brain can’t get through with the flow of emotions
That are seething within
There is one rule: if you won't fight – you're better dead

Community of integrity – can’t put their ideas to pieces together
You've got no worthy plans? – get away – you have no place among them
It's more hideous than pity – ugliness is what it is
Now your time is going: separate, tear yourself, cut it off

Breaking through commonness of life
Burying thе past in the dust of hate