Текст песни ВОРКУТА - 404

The perfect storm, the perfect melancholy
Scars for memory, fragments for luck
A blank sheet will master the role of a draft
Error upon error and not a single extra one
Perfect faces at the perfect time
Smiles will be put on, indicating the villains
Blades at the ready, all the rage is in the cartridge
I'll be an antagonist, I'll become an antihero

Break down into pixels and decibels
My outline outlined in chalk will finish the game for me.
He will kill all the assholes and defend his Ph.D.
Everyone will have a blast with him, it will be very fucked up with him
Hot streets, the sun blazes
And I'm walking alone, it's so cool for me alone
Move away, my name is danger
I'm at my mom's

Running lines are asking me to die of boredom
You're trying to live, know how to spin like a weather vane
And they grab me by the white collar and drag me
They tried to treat me, they tried to fix me
I address my unequivocal answer into the void
404 again, no one here
And behind the glass of the bottle a flammable mixture splashes
To prove that I'm alive, to prove that I'm here

And I disintegrate into pixels and decibels
My outline outlined in chalk will finish the game for me.
He will kill all the assholes and defend his Ph.D.
Everyone will have a blast with him, it will be very fucked up with him
Hot streets, the sun blazes
And I'm walking alone, it's so cool for me alone
Move away, my name is danger
I'm at my mom's