The self-destruction - is the medullary shipwreck
Or rather a strange fight with his second I
The further it's stronger and ruthlessness;
This is my phrenetic Mr. Hyde.
Empty glasses, suspicious silence,
Our Infernal ball is over!
Time's frozen -
The last cigar of madness is burned inside!
Parergasia annealed - is not right!
Not like in the novels of Duma
The possibility of self-contained -
Is it an equivalent to a shot in the head?!
Jammed the edge of sanity -
Symbols were lost ,the part of the map was burned
but the road is full of surprises ...
The last drop of abstinence
Now the candle is lit by both sides!
This is my Mr. Hyde.
And no turning back - impossible to stop the time
The bridges remined by only a handful of ashes,
And undissolved smell of the smoke in the air.
But it will remain the muddy haze
In general, it does not matter ...
Running back only ineffectuals and cowards,
The death of a coward in vain and gormless.
There's can't be the heroic eloped
From the battlefield!
The last drop of abstinence
Now the candle is lit by both sides!
This is my Mr. Hyde.
And no turning back - impossible to stop the time