Текст песни otnose., plagueinside feat. KseroN - Зеркало

They tell us we need to dig up a dream like a weed.
After all, all this will not come true, look
On the bullets in the hands
The silhouette on the wall fights itself off
Just don't get up
Everything was written on the collar long ago, for us
Better to stay on the isthmus, no way
Without getting hysterical
Everything will come in handy
How can you take out your corpse?
And you will bear it, you know. It is truth
What's more frivolous:
Grow and strangle or shoot
Immediately and expose everything
Like suicide?
After all, bullets are a draft
Endure and fall in love
What did you come up with - you'll spit it out
They'll knock you out and spit you out
It will fade. Formed
You will learn. You'll come to your senses
Having learned these mantras by heart
As a given
I
Giving up and tired
Etched even more so
The best that's left
Doesn't understand even the most basic things at all
Team This is a social isolator
Knowing that it would be better not to look there at all
I collect myself bit by bit and
I break my dusty, stained...

Mirror full of lies
Everything has been in cracks for a long time
We flatter ourselves with hope
You move the glass along the blade
Mirror full of lies
From the reflections of natural smiles
So in smiles and we will all burn

What did you go through, explain?
The whole world is doomed beyond the line
They say: "Don't play with people
They bite," damn it. You're in trouble for adults and we're already
They say a lot, whether it’s you or the zone
Raised, or soon the herd will be militarized
In the head, where there is honey, the world is sweet
The drugs will go to your head, “who said what?”
There's a cross on my neck, cyanide
A quarrel enters the chat
Erasing from a child's album
Chronicle of sketches
The body is already weightless
I saw a glimpse of life
Will tighten the jabot on the case
The toad will crush
That I didn't manage to do much
In the expanses of four walls -
It was great. System slave
Chained under the bed
Outside the house, so in the furrow
If the parties are where the State Department is
They smoke in unison and out of idleness
They don't know the news
The guilty swarm still stings
From loved ones to power
Footrest - holds
It won't last, sorry. It just gets in the way

Mirror full of lies
Everything has been in cracks for a long time
We flatter ourselves with hope
You move the glass along the blade
Mirror full of lies
From the reflections of natural smiles
So in smiles and we will all burn