To Sleep: The Russian Language for To Sleep

Imagine your Dad was Cash. Where theres corruption is lying integrity and walk the line got down down so down: face up too looking to the nearer heavens in the star- lit sky with the love found in worship towards heaven. Overshadowing my silhouette as the sheet allows vision through with meagre small candle-light and not just over me over anybody else in my world sing my heart out; How is she going to sing without any heartbeat they laugh; he kills and saves. All we are is just slaves living not to buy into his illusions. Ordinary as such.