я думаю, если меня закопают 31 декабря, будет самый лучший новый год в моей не жизни.

This kid back at school, subdued and shy, an orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.I don't know what it was that made a piece of him die. Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe. Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt, Do you think the silence makes a good man convert? We all have our horrors and our demons to fight, But how can I win, when I'm paralyzed? They crawl up on my bed, wrap their fingers round my throat, is this what I get for the choices that I made?