Текст песни Lifelover - Nitlott

Nitlott. - Losing ticket.

I look at the world through dark glasses.
You're on the verge of stosh Lady Death.

You - the perfect start to a bad day ,
Everything you've forgotten everything that you destroyed ,
Now everything comes back ,
Like thousands of stab wounds ,
Like an icy wind razor transferring AIDS.
I call you a whore for one reason.

It was like one icy night in St. Petersburg ,
Eastern Europe where the cold was not with you.
Thin, dull hair , thread mental anguish ,
Gases that allocates your anorexia,
Gasping lung disease body
Dressed in rags, Venus struck .

You demolish black depravity
Tears do not allow to go back ,
Instead, you pulled a losing ticket.
You were always dead in my eyes ,
And now you 're such
Die for the world in which you're lucky next time.

Your short life is slowly dying ,
I'm coming to your pale corpse.