In the locked room

People sailing nowhere with the sails of drugs without love && full of hate when the days are passed

People of normality people of bad luck you who have no reason to kill and to hurt

Them who never suffer in your eyes there’s glass you are knowing nothing about „Grzesio”‚s arse

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