Кирилл Макаренко

Основная информация
Дата рождения: 18 Июня 1995
Пол: Мужской
Контакты
Город: Новороссийск
Skype: mr.nobody.93
VK: id137345531

Личные интересы
Деятельность: не имеется
Интересы: ирландское и шотландское народное творчество
Любимые фильмы: послание в бутылке, босиком по мостовой
Любимые телешоу: нет зомбоящику
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О себе: Cover your mouth The wolves at the door can hear you now And I think I see eyes beneath your couch So There's knives in the kitchen They're stuck in the walls, go pull them down We can still close our eyes if this goes south Go say your prayers now There's cracks in the mirrors Your secrets are spilling from your mouth But there's no going back from this point now So The wallpaper's peeling I see your breath in the air, it's shaped like words And the blood in your eyes in shining Your fingernails drag across the walls as you unlock the door And now the wolves are shaped like people Their eyelids are all fluttering Their hands are never steady And the rainclouds leak in through the chimney They're crawling up my back I can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing The wolves all dance across the ceiling But the rhythm of their stops is like a heartbeat Like a drumbeat And I'm backing through the open doorway This place is not for me It's not my hell I didn't paint it So It's written on the back of your hands You know, you know You've gotta pay for all the things you've ever thought These bones are all you own You've gotta pay for all the things you've ever lost And then some Now my head's come off And all I know is spilling out into the ground I'm watching it grow All these vines will choke me But I have to grin It's a fitting end for where this began I woke through clouds of syrup And the world looked fine Bad dreams are nothing special They happen all the time At least I think so
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