Николай Шабуневич - Стихи и лирика 2.0

Tired with all these what would you want
The sweetest poison or the stool and a rope
You have to pick up, And the choice is tough
The love of your life or life of your love

In the middle of nowhere where nights are always short
Where bread is always stale and the rules are made of dirt
Where doors have no keys cause there’s nothing to steal
Where rooms are always vacant cause there’s no one to live.

Where instead of «good-byes» we’re having today
Tomorrow you’ll have a farewell smile
Like a long-service soldier who has dreamt of a place
To find only ruins of his hometown

At the middle of nowhere where nights are always melting
Where time is not a gift but a boiler from hell thing
Where soul is a product to be oversold
Holding on means that you have nothing to hold.

Cosmopolis is erasing my boondock away
At the middle of nowhere at the bottom of hate
I swapped my own freedom for the discount in a store
To be sure in future coming out the door

That tomorrow someone to be laying in bed
Will sleep away the minute to death
Some young intern to falter his knife
Someone will gun down his cheating wife

Gravel road – full reload
Instant need for long-term hope
That somewhere on the track
You’ll be shot in a face But not in your back

Gravel road – nothing more
Erasing thoughts are my alcohol