What is a song of a psychopath?
Does he sing at all?
Maybe it is about blood, because it’s sweet
When it’s touching your broken feet
Sorry about that
Don’t think. I am not a psychopath.

What is a song of a sociopath?
Does he sing at all?
Maybe it is about watching people making love
And there he comes, with a boxing glove
Sorry about that
Don’t make any suspicion. I am not a sociopath.

What is a song of an anxious man?
Does he sing at all?
Maybe it is about having this gigantic fear
That makes his heart to tear apart
Sorry about that
Don’t be stupid. I am not an anxious man.

What is a song of a sadist?
Does he sing at all?
Maybe it is about reading this poem right now
And he is wondering ‘how?’
Sorry about that, but I say how it is
You are this sadist.

When I found a light on the starry sky
I couldn't belive my very own eyes
but I saw your humble, mellow face
In the darkness where none can fly

There was only a slight hope
Single sound in the endless crowd
Happy faces were nothing but a fraud
Best wishes hidden in an envelope

Now you here in a light of the Moon
I am so unlucky, aren't I?
This is the night when I'll begin to die
So be my lover until the day of my doom

Bury me under the Kingdom of Snow
Please, say to me this words of vow
So I can sleep under heavy ice
And rest without opening my eyes
Every time I open them baby
I see you, without me

One plus five
I’ve got nothing to hide
Three plus two
I don’t love you
Ten minus six
You made me sick

When the Armageddon comes
There will be: sheep on a field,
Sails driven by a northern wind,
Boiling water in a metal kettle,
Matters that we wish to settle,
People speaking nasty curses,
but making such silly excuses,
Cat that plays with a mice,
And those blue, pearly eyes
Which will see the world’s end
The apocalypse and people
who try to defend

I have an empty room
there is no place for you
not even piece of floor
you’ll stand before the door

you can find a golden key
or bring me cup of tea
but you will never see my face
because I need some space

sing me a song if you could
when I’m hungry bring me a fruit
through keyhole I’ll make a glance
to say cheerful word: ‘thanks’

I’m sorry for your loss
I’m trying to get better
as you are worth of my smile
even when the world is vile