Текст песни Эксайтер - Кого разденет пламя догола

I feel my balcony wants to crack
Bury me under you. I have finished smoking and again sit in the chair.
Shantrapa. Muzzle. Forever
Words turn them into something anthropomorphic.
Well, how would my friends, bitch ..
Shadows with a mud-drawn pattern.
I'm not blind, I see the truth:
The speaker gives out black vomit of words on the floor.
If you stop understanding him, reach for the bottle.
I have stopped. I am a silent shadow and I need to go out.
So often they say ... Instead of faces like holes ..
A broken lantern ... The moon will face the same fate.
The ground beneath me showed vitality.
It's like my neighbor, a creature.
The eyelids eat the dust. His mouth is filled with prayer:
“Lord, sanctify these lands, and grant food and herbs to the deserts.
Have you seen the kids? They rot while sitting in the sandbox.
Yes, my verse is pale. But you know, it was better before!
And the conjuncture did not give us a brand of wild, crazy people. "
"Yes Yes!" - I say. “Without the knowledge of God, people are shaving their heads! ...
But at night a carnival will come to our houses!
Brothers - skeletons, sword - tongues.
And the children will cry for the carnival with a violin.
Grabbing the old woman by the shoulder Ezekiel.
He will say: "Mene, tekel, uparsin, carnival!"
She will turn on the gas, but forget about the flame.
After all, the carnival should be burning.
Strikes fire with a shaking hand.

For whom do the bells ring in the distance?
Who does poisoning knock on at night?
Who will the flames strip naked?
How painful will it be for the crime?

Restless author
I questioned the wall with paint so sincerely: "What is tomorrow?"
I already seem to know:
The author immediately turned the canvas into a latrine.
Ahah ... Everyone signed it this way ...
The wind turns dirty dancing with dust
And spreads the infection.
She needs not so much to kill as to spread.
How could you go to the townsfolk like that?
Fuck, I soaked the shit from my mother's chest!
We were baptized in marshlands,
They don't care so deeply about your spiritual strength, baby.
Yes, you, my harpy,
Calls the operatic crow to his kingdom.
While drops are falling from the sky, people are falling from the roof.
I run to her and believe naively that I love ...
…you. We'll be leaving soon.
I promise we'll have a new city and kids
And you will stop whining. Will inspire
Not a drug, but a river of silence.
Our little clones
Papillomas will grow instead of pens
There will be no food, so we will devour each other's souls.
There will be better and a plus
Carnival will come to our houses at night!
Brothers - skeletons, sword - tongues.
And the children will cry for the carnival with a violin.
Grabbing the old woman by the shoulder Ezekiel.
He will say: "Mene, tekel, uparsin, carnival!"
She will turn on the gas, but forget about the flame.
After all, the carnival should be burning.
Strikes fire with a shaking hand.

I remember my mother's tales of monsters
And about the tunnel that leads them under my sleeping island.
Stealing the souls of children into the darkness of the streets.
Didn't we wake up with those monsters?
Walking omnivorous on the ball,
Only the glow of fires illuminates my path.
Oh, my hot century! Is it the same fire
In which should a person burn?
Left thoughts away!
We stand, watch, and wait for the night to burst into another flame.
Yellow shreds are creeping up.
And there, in the distance,
Waiting for our house to soak up the lights
Temperature professes any rot.
Yau! We are not to blame here!
Who, after all, dictates the commands to us?
They paint all PO-2 plates with the phrase:
"My streets do not need elite houses!"
Hey! Our ball is cooling down!
Divination of the night went into smoke and ash.
In the distance, not dawn blew up the sky,
There was just another carnival.

For whom do the bells ring in the distance?
Who does poisoning knock on at night?
Who will the flames strip naked?
How painful will it be for the crime?