Текст песни спайс на крови - театр симулякров demo

spice on blood - theater of simulacra

docking of sounds, ts-sss,
Help,
the broadcast starts again
voices in my head
transliteration, transcription
and Sanskrit,
you hear them - they don't.
aids, cokes,
blaspheme,
this world is still not known,
woven from books, bankrolls, and comics
the shoulder straps at the house got up today, I'm not going anywhere,
going back to the lab and blowing the bullshit
on the walls there are lists, diagrams, novels, maps,
notes, belongings, highs, return back.

i won't come back
I will not go back there
Take your hands off
or I will break them for you
I refuse to go back there

plunging into the darkness of neon dancing
I represent the whole world as a 3d graph,
explained on the fingers.
Who can an autistic person talk to here ?! with whom!
fucked up, with mirrors and reflections, jokes,
for three hundred - by whom! no, he's already five hundred.

listen to your inner voice until it gets louder!
oxy, spoilage, rap, and more servings, kidneys,
someone jerking off, ginja project,
vodka, shawarma, juicy

Petersburg wheel of samsara,
ours are pulled from there by the gendarmes,
be quiet guys
here the country is a barracks.
this is the dark side,
read the opposite word "radar"

I am there. I'm here. I'm there.
Poison, ulcer, yakuza, tu2
I'm nowhere, I'm over, from under, over
Exhibit, Expert, Compromise, Impromptu.
Export is a vice
Alchemy of darkness in neon capillaries
artery blood for some reason black

ink - pen - pen.
Sketch is an element.
Structure - fragment
Blow - feasts / thesis - pamphlet
From Corsica - no! There is no dagger.

Here it is here it is

There is no dagger, the captain completes the step, shout, fist hand on the steering wheel. Loud, Kidok Navigator. a hole in the casing, a feather in the side, a key under the threshold. Do not. Bank
Here's the Turn, well the kraken no ol fire, flare, commotion
The captain seems to roll forward
The noise disappears, wet. Who is there? I'm not alone here
This is not the master. The cuff loses its shape.
Catfish comes out of the depths, is there no place in the sea?
But
Is the captain more appropriate here? No, his place is over, and now it's fucked up. Now beard and only catfish and catfish power.
And the catfish under water, on its own mind, catfish on its own, no no not true
power-hungry catfish? alien, different, and captain proud, alienated was
and now a dead man even without a chest

Give shawarma in pita / I'll be here
From the first to the last daily work
Mosh Peet or underdog
Do not dark - tea horse is not a forest
what. say the seagulls sing
Three times black means trouble.
I'm on nikes differently - no way
- it is impossible In the west, there is a trash here.
Three times four means seven / three sevens? collectively the family swallows the seed - sprouts from the seeds
Seven seven or seven brave
Seven against Thebes, no, it's closer
in the apartment like in a dash
DASH type went into circulation
Sever cru, St. Petersburg edition
Volodya fucking, Volodya the guard
No fear? Only bile is fucking
Now this is this, this is the current
It's definitely closer to wanting
watchman at the gelatin factory - keep it up
Make a wish for myself - give iridium faberge
It's dark, it's dark, cross out. Beyond the line. I draw /
road made of white powder, not yellow brick
simple form here and there
There must be signs of the times, apparently
no, they are not, they will not be now.
Shawarma, specific, scary. Anton? No
Rustle, napkins, rustle and tuning fork
No? I'm different, I'm Volodya no, I'm different