EXPLORATION OF WASTED

Common guys! We almost there Human rejection They put me down the toilet I’m trying to fly away from the pits I don’t melt to play the button accordion I don’t know what kind of power is there? Involvement in the needles of the world? I stuck to them so much That the people became like a cue in the ass Slept through excess pussies? What was the reason for the attack? When people got angry The tear dispenser has switched on I dream of “wasted“ I’m a bird in my eyes But in their executioner a murderer Your rush to success break through Kalash of the same persons He tastes, but what is the principle? Scorching failure - fictions?