6-36, 6-36
On the table a mess in my head is just tin
Poured shit but right into the toilet
I can't, I throw it for the hundredth time
6-36, 6-36
On the table a mess in my head is just tin
Poured shit but right into the toilet
I can't, I throw it for the hundredth time
Sneakers are torn in my head on my feet
I don't remember what was yesterday as if midnight nonsense
Voices fly in rash thoughts
I'm trying to collect them, but does it make sense
Naked girls, on my sofa
I don't know who they are, just like in a novel
Mom, sorry, disappointed
I'm not sleeping again, I'm in nirvana again
6-36, 6-36
On the table a mess in my head is just tin
Poured shit but right into the toilet
I can't, I throw it for the hundredth time
6-36, 6-36
On the table a mess in my head is just tin
Poured shit but right into the toilet
I can't, I throw it for the hundredth time
6-36, in me the voice of generation
Punk hasn't died yet, you just aged
6-36, in me the voice of generation
Punk has not died yet, you just aged
6-36, 6-36
On the table a mess in my head is just tin
Poured shit but right into the toilet
I can't, I throw it for the hundredth time
6-36, 6-36
On the table a mess in my head is just tin
Poured shit but right into the toilet
I can't, I throw it for the hundredth time
