For changing lines, I've got no time tonight
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In these times the wind surpasses the tide
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Ye-ee, ey, ee-ee, ey, ey
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You start to listen, you look for the meaning in it
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Not understanding who wrote this verse, kitty
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The main thing is that he is not licked, and not in the fight for a prize
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New season, autumn, you haven't heard anything like this before
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I will not stop loving those with whom we breathe in time
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Keep your nose up, you are not a mouse
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Killed but not by you elegantly demolish your roof
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For those who are against, as usual, their mouths are sewn up
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For you, there is more truth here, less lies.
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Here old wounds blunt knives
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The one who fucked once on the move lay dick on him
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And do not even regret, here the process itself is important
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You praised yourself for a long time, in the end it turned out to be crap
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Pizdabol with experience, you cook porridge from your shit
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You do not respect not yourself, not elders
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The one who has something to say is silent, he is puzzled
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And your wounds resemble assholes, torn assholes
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What ahueli from my line, and choked on McNuggets
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Chicken McNuggets, there's Haggis for your wounds
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Pampers and your strength is weakness
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And your stupidity breeds anger
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In your ears I'm just a guest |
For your old wounds I am a broken bone
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I'm a broken cane, how do you like this news?
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When the wake-up's hard to find
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Dreams make up for your life
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You know, because without a frame there is no picture, statues without clay
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Just to live and be the product of someone's broken rubber
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In this fashion store, smash the windows
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It seems love has the smell of a wet dog
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The world is turning into gravy
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The hard voice immediately changed to a snotty one.
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Fuck you confused grapes and olives?
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But how did I get fed up with this cheering refrain
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I pull the stopcock, with my head in the ocean
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Turning off my soul like a flickering screen
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Fuck need a man, we don't need a man
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The man is an empty glass, the owner of old wounds
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My body in the interior is like a smoky sofa
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Pain is like a bird on a plane, locked in a suitcase
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Your protest is like a middle finger, but it's broken in half
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It gnaws at me that I inflict all the wounds on myself
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And hatred again starts the locomotive in a circle
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Be very generous, and give your girlfriend to a friend
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How many dedicated people are indebted to you?
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Urine write out an arc, then muttering a blizzard under his breath |
Unbearable, masterpieces also beat
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Go into yourself for five minutes and never come back
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You can also suffocate from the air
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To heal the wounds you need to tighten deeper
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To forget in the old entrance, smoke plants
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Fuck out of boredom to please your laziness
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From extreme to extreme, but sober is difficult
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And I'm not averse to fucking myself that a little bit is possible
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And it is unlikely that the brain would forget these old wounds
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What remain inside squeezing like traps
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Sometimes you can't leave to be yourself
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Where this doll world drowns you with your head
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I'm already sick, God, of these gloomy utopias
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From this miserable system where crowds of cobbled copies
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So hard in the midst of the darkness to carry a person
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But there is no way out to be killed, then rolling both centuries
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In a crazy mental dance, your wounds bleed
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You won't even come to your senses, they will de-energize you
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Use hundreds of techniques that flow into one
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You can't see your bottom in the reflection of the sky
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And everything flowed, and glass cuts wounds
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And the walls put pressure on the feeling, and twist in thoughts one
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Like worms in the mud, they want to get deeper |
People are not people here at all, you just let them right there
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Ay, somehow fuck everything, my hat has been lying for a long time
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It's not bad, but it might get better someday
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Among the houses where dullness hides homeless faces
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Today is just the day when the desire to forget
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Areas-wounds, mother's tears. |
Life goes to hell early
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Grams, veins, walls are choking. |
Dries scan, souls burn
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Areas-wounds, mother's tears. |
Life goes to hell early
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Grams, veins, walls are choking. |
Dries scan, souls burn
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Areas-wounds, mother's tears. |
Life goes to hell early
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Grams, veins, walls are choking. |
Dries scan, souls burn
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Areas-wounds, mother's tears. |
Life goes to hell early
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Grams, veins, walls are choking. |
Dries scan, souls burn |