Текст песни Чужой - Click Clack

• My world is full of existentialism
I shoot from the PM at point blank range
In crowds of people I am my own support
The mind acts through thought
Body through nerve impulse
There's money on my table
There's a top bitch in my bed
I move through life in outlaw style
You won't be able to handle it even with a gun
Stay at home, drink tea, go to the office, devour content, be it Kubrick or porn

Click Clack Puff Puff Puff
Now you are gone, forgotten by everyone for a long time

I throw my thoughts upward, dreams without dreams of the fatherland
I only draw strength from heaven
On dark streets at night ultraviolence
The old school is firmly entrenched in the subcortex, even though it’s twenty-twenty outside
There are bills on my table, I stopped counting them
The chains on my neck press tightly to the ground
Here everyone is an involuntary witness to the determinism of destinies
I get tired of breaking connections, I go into non-linearity, they will tell me complex lyrics, I will tell you to check if your chemical synapse is working

Click Clack Puff Puff Puff
Now you are gone, forgotten by everyone for a long time