On the mirror by lipstick, in the morning I wrote "Drasshes"
Fall off, die, bastard pancake
Creative crisis - you
Creative? - If
And my tears are pain, not a show or poems
I feel good with you, but I'm not aspirin
I'm not a pile for sleeping and lines about shit
What are you inside? Type still hurts
I'm not a pill, leave me alone
What love, are we talking about?
(Die, bastard die-and-and)
Wants to kill me tomorrow
The knife dragged on a date
In the pocket of the back, angry
wants to kill me, I know, I know
Wants to kill me tomorrow
The knife dragged on a date
In the pocket of the back, angry
wants to kill me, I know, I know
You were easily dressed - invited to your home
I haven't made you a jacket - I have taken you wine
We will return here later, go behind me
God hide this toy does not hurt and not funny
In the yard late at night, you were easily dressed
So dark that hands are not visible - the tongue showed me
In the yard is late at night. You were easy to dress
Zay saw your knife, what do you know about pistols?
I want always, you were afraid to be late
I needed you yesterday, but today - I have a pussy
There are other people's shoes in the corridor, because yours are in heels
Cinderella is all in blue, I'm in suckers and bruises
Wants to kill me tomorrow
The knife dragged on a date
In the pocket of the back, angry
wants to kill me, I know, I know
Wants to kill me tomorrow
The knife dragged on a date
In the pocket of the back, angry
wants to kill me, I know, I know
(Wants to kill me tomorrow
The knife dragged on a date
In the pocket of the back, angry
wants to kill me, I know, I know)
