Анализ психо

Андрей Пшенко
And when you say : "Just talk... It will not hurt"...
I'm lost and troubled
In intensive care
On filthy couch

Where every word
Leads to nowhere versus anywhere...

*****

My local God, my educated shrink
I'm to believe in blurred and inky pictures

Where pendulum's
Just wait...
About to swing...

And you're a student...
I'm a patient teacher...