Stick on TV again
I thought I got up, but I'm from below
Who, fucking, will lick my wounds
Which I will see on the screen
Stick on TV again
I thought I got up, but I'm from below
Who, fucking, will lick my wounds
Which I will see on the screen
Again a new day of meaningless deaths
I do not believe in God, but it would be better in people
I wake up in stuffiness - they blocked oxygen
The heart is bloody for the fraternal people
Oh-oh-oh
What are these thoughts, what's wrong with you?
Oh-oh-oh
It’s a pity with your heart, but here's your head?
Oh-oh-oh
If not for us, then they are you
We are all against the war, but the fields are scorched
Stick on TV again
I thought I got up, but I'm from below
Who, fucking, will lick my wounds
Which I will see on the screen
Stick on TV again
I thought I got up, but I'm from below
Who, fucking, will lick my wounds
Which I will see on the screen
Cormation of the eye to the future corpse of a PMC
Part of the house separated from the tenant
Grandfather in heels, which is forever at the helm
Lump in Kadyki since last February
If possible, I raised from the background
But they put me in a plate breakfast from Budron
People in uniform, ultimatum, Kuterma
Civil choice: only war or prison (mine is a tuture)
Stick on TV again
I thought I got up, but I'm from below
Who, fucking, will lick my wounds
Which I will see on the screen
Stick on TV again
I thought I got up, but I'm from below
Who, fucking, will lick my wounds
Which I will see on the screen
