13.03.2022
Raskolnikov
I'm asleep and he won't fall, he passes the night awake with a cigarHis eyes are bloodshot, he repeats a sentence
He's gone mad, he hasn't found the traces of his tears on the asphalt
He went ugly when he saw in a mirror his tomorrow gone with the wind
I made a murderer in my heart with an axe hidden in his chest
In his eyes, everyone has the silhouette of a hag, that's how far his hatred goes
I made a murderer in my heart with an axe hidden in his chest
In his eyes, everyone has the silhouette of a hag, that's how far his hatred goes
Like anyone that understands pain, he finally weeps
The chest of his destiny's graveyard, the song of rain is the finale
I've died, do something so my child stays sane
Keep him away from books so he won't read Crime and Punishment
I made a murderer in my heart with an axe hidden in his chest
In his eyes, everyone has the silhouette of a hag, that's how far his hatred goes
I made a murderer in my heart with an axe hidden in his chest
In his eyes, everyone has the silhouette of a hag, that's how far his hatred goes