Love for bugs and imperfections when I stood at intersection just any of chosen directions was so wrong Ending life is more like treason someone started hunting season trying to find the God or reason all day long With no regret and no remorse no desire to get of this course to find peace or ultimate force entangled tongue Holy quest of the most precision based of knowledge and intuition fighting against the superstitions standing strong Everything in life is a bad luck we clearly seem to be just stuck when reality hits more than a truck nowhere to belong Denial of things that are so bright keeping ward over the sleepless night it is precognition or just foresight and the nonsence song