Сап, дождь. Суицидальных музыкальных мотивов тред.
Друг во время депрессии написал песню про суицид. Но инглиша он особо не знает и мало что понимает в строении песен в целом. А так как я играю на гитаре, то он попросил меня подобрать музыку к словам. Но блядь в его тексте нет нихуя рифмы и смысла! Я целый вечер ебался с этой "песней" и решил просто забить хуй и сделать все с нуля, юзая его мотив и некоторые фразы.

Так вот, к чему я это. Оцените мои старания и поправьте, что там хуёво написано.

Mess

From little ages i'm friend with death
From my mind it made a mess
Now we are almost like a marriage
Satan's riding in my carriage
I thought my angel'll rescue me...
But he made a mess!

Tomorrow will never come
Stop your life, may use a gun
Make your head like a pate
Then put that mess on my plate
Just hold your breath, take my hand
These dull people'll never understand
These dull people'll never understand...!

"Don't be afraid, I have a pill
Just take it in and your soul will chill"
The god of hell said me that phrase
I was listening for him then gave him praise
Even my angels wanna die
I look at them and start to cry...
Don't make a mess!

Tomorrow will never come
Stop your life, may use a gun
Make your head like a pate
Then put that mess on my plate
Just hold your breath, take my hand
These dull people'll never understand
These dull people'll never understand...!

My head was breaking from the thoughts
My feelings were tied up in knots
Too many choices, I must make right...
I have decided! I'm going in night!

Tomorrow will never come
Stop your life, may use a gun
Make your head like a pate
Then put that mess on my plate
Just hold your breath, take my hand
These dull people'll never understand
These dull people'll never understand...!