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I want less!

I want much less, much less. Yesterday I locked all the locks.

Today I want less, I know what I want, I'm tired of fighting. The eyes are crying out for sleep, life is making holes in the eyelids.

I would like to press play now, leave my body for a moment, make room for a blowout.

Much less common sense, let life take its course and everything will be fine. Maybe the biggest problem didn't exist at the beginning.

Cool down the emotions to which I keep pouring boiling water. I want to see less, clear my photomemory.

Stupidity, pain and falsehood create a panorama every day.

Don't notice the gestures and eyes that lie, even though sometimes the solution is visible somewhere in the background.

I want to feel less, suppress every impulse. Ice and good vintage sand won't help here.

He's allergic to shit, one of those allergic to the world's dirt.

I would like to finally cut myself off from the crap.

-I want less so that sometimes I can get more in return. I won't give anything more, the balance is disturbed again.

I want less when life attacks me. I press play, I'm going with the beat. It's a drama for stress.

I want less so that sometimes I can get more in return.

I won't give anything more, the balance is disturbed again. I want less when life attacks me. I press play, I'm going with the beat.

-It's a drama for stress.

-I don't want to see how greedy people are and not have to eat a pill to do it.

I want fewer fucking words, more substance. Much more life. I want less death.

I want to never hear any more lies here, but it's not about me losing my hearing.

I want to see less idiots and scoundrels, but it's not about you gouging out my eyes.

I want to stand less and keep moving forward. Not with a gun to your head, in the negative in the middle of the night.

I would like to never encounter empty bowls in my life, but not have to live like a hermit to achieve this.

I want less chemicals, more nature everywhere, but not like there's anything wrong with us here. It will kill everything, clear the virus from people.

Unfortunately, I guess this is the only way we can wake up.

-I want less so that sometimes I can get more in return. I won't give anything more, the balance is disturbed again.

I want less when life attacks me. I press play, I'm going with the beat. It's a drama for stress.

I want less so that sometimes I can get more in return.

I won't give anything more, the balance is disturbed again. I want less when life attacks me. I press play, I'm going with the beat.

-It's a drama for stress.

-I want to think less, for the sake of simple life convenience, those who don't care about consequences can turn off their thoughts.

Where the path is straight, unnecessary thoughts create stairs.

Sometimes I screw up, even though I had good intentions. I want less love. Too many people love me.

They give me everything and get nothing from me in return. I want to live up to it and give back the heat with a vengeance.

Often I don't know how to do it. The love TomTom fails.

I want to throw my life somewhere else, not go against the grain, kill my ambitions and choose a simple life.

To follow the well-trodden path, because many have come this way, even though then I wouldn't be myself.

Psychological comfort would be lost. Less responsibility.

Sometimes I feel the baggage of life. More bags on shoulders like a fucking porter.

I can handle everything, although you are asking too much again. I love you life, even though you often don't let me live.

I want less so that sometimes I can get more in return.

I won't give anything more, the balance is disturbed again. I want less when life attacks me.

I press play, I'm going with the beat. It's a drama for stress. I want less so that sometimes I can get more in return.

I won't give anything more, the balance is disturbed again.

I want less when life attacks me. I press play, I'm going with the beat. It's a drama for stress.