Текст песни кепкин - Крайне депрессивный хоббит

you know
there are times when
I want to quit joking.
c: \ program files \ sukablyat'nahooy \ autumn
comes out,
that autumn is on the way.
you're still the same skinny cretin.
you still want to leave.
you got a motive closer to night.
whites you.

hair on end
murazh on the skin,
but not from a beautiful melody.
from just one thought
you're on the ledge.
and you,
and my heart is pounding.
from just two thoughts
another drop - and you will die.
was on horseback -
release the reins
and anger from myself,
viscous as if in a swamp.
a happy life is just a parody.

nicer option,
faster option
or a more painful option?
you sit in a chair for three hours,
in place.
you look at the point.
the world is small.
and exactly,
the world presses.
what if
In the armchair
what if
rails
what if
sharp?
without thinking -
so it will be fair.
my voice is quiet - the most uninteresting,

all the remarks from the lips of friends are fake,
like silicone.
you take a warm blanket and wrap yourself up all over,
entirely.
it's only getting colder.
it's too complicated a joke.
shivering easily
mess up the fuck.
and sickeningly sit at the computer.

you go to bed
and you stare at the point
who managed to climb onto the pillow.
then you think to play something
but, however,
losing is not what you need now.
you start watching your favorite TV show
and you don't understand what he is talking about
you start reading a great book
and you don't understand a word
hammer on the internet.
turn off the phone.
there is no reason for all this.
today you are a leprechaun
and silence is your gold.

and you are paralyzed at night,
and in despair on half-bent
you crawl for a beer.

I don't burn so much
that already smokes in the air.
I wrote everything I wanted so much
that even yeah, fuck, of course.
if there is no willpower, do not go into contact every moment
what kind of suicide can we talk about?

accidentally pierced my finger with a stapler - consider, like a piercing.
the pain inside is annoying - she should become a vegan.
grinded knuckles on the walls of the room - a broken pixel
I jumped over the roof, but for some reason she went

it's enough for me to survive this evening
and everything will stop.
it's easier to break your finger on purpose,
how to stop being autistic
severe physical pain drowns out any pain for a while.
and there I will think of something for sure.
okay, we won't.

self-importance coefficient
is close to zero.
I'll tell my mom I never smoked.
and I'll smoke.
I am not lying,
I have not tried cigarettes since early childhood.
though what's the point
when I don't even have a place in my sleeping bag?

everything around works like a clock.
which have already broken down for two years.
sculpts me, but I'm not a snowman.
there is no reason for one endings.
if the ice is broken, it looks like I'm ice.
and the Sabzirs will again vote for me.
complained that there was nothing to write about.
dumbass.
to whine to yourself always, damn it, within your powers.

I look out the window opposite with binoculars,
and there I stand the same, also with binoculars at my eyes,
and behind him is another me, only with a twisted face, some
strange and smiles at me, and then slowly puts his hand to me
on the shoulder.

and for some reason I feel it.