To don t be like you

Эль Рамон
Education is a smell
Under tails of dogs,
of ones delusions
sour nasty fog.

The ticket of luck
Blindy fate's gift
So often caused
Of idiots social lift

Feeling injustice
Soul runs towards...
For feeling nothing-
Is desired purpose

Ones's smartest speach's so much unuseless
How suffers by sounds can be reduced?
Stomach is fulled by falsely concerne
But grafted moral keeps this unburn

Hearing wisper
of jelly calm
being lonless witnes
within illusions realm

Surronded by reckless
If reject to bow

Their drinks of madness

Their smartest speach's so much unuseless
How suffers by sounds can be reduced?
Stomach is fulled by falsely concerne
But grafted moral keeps this unburn

Thou pile of pinky sins
Led to eternal pleasures
And pulling the soul
Through blacky desert

I know I made mistakes
But with it I can't stand
Why have I be masturbated
If you can understand?

So my brain is closed
And key is hidden
But it's worth it
To don't be like you

Your smartest speach's so much unuseless
How suffers by sounds can be reduced?
Stomach is fulled by falsely concerne
But grafted moral keeps this unburn