Don’t ask me what do I want?
Don’t preach me what should I do?
Don’t measure my madness of doing
With your illusionary ground of high morality
To measure my madness, be mad with me
You are my solution and the problem too
And whatever exist for me is also belongs to you
That’s my battle, endless battle with life
To express the meaning of unspoken to you
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