Dad, turn around, I grew up came humiliating you so that I grew up so come
Do you remember the cries of the clinic? saw death do you remember? you're lying, don't you remember? I do not believe you remember!
then the script is different and there is no support only yelling to yourself once the hundredth leg of the windowsill
And the drunken dead man in the kitchen still has the same questions “man fucking, no ?, I can quit”
And I’m such a note then
to the same screams and cries, the same clinic of clothes, in the veins of a needle and I, as a deceased (alive), a wave of columns
and I'm still a hostage there
in these notes and waves
And I won’t go out. I’m over there.
what do you hear (I will stand next)
underground sound, homeless
sort of alive but don’t think
weird look fucked in the crowds
don't come you are not people
and scared into a corner, and with anger through gritted teeth
do not come, you are not people, do not come, do not come
Thank you for life for life for life
Thank you for giving me life
try to escape from the cage where the cycle of events and your mouth is chained, hello torture
imagine that you are thirsty give you a snout
you want to live, but they give you a snout
want to love ?, to choose
love with two hands, in one lust, the second is closed
take both, then everything has already been paid for you
do not need to be shy, in fact the choice is not a choice
and what kind of love, there is always a double bottom
you never know what, and you never see who
your snot about nothing, your squeals about "love"
bespontovshchina yes, you appreciate, so what
all moral are sitting drinking and about higher
through time the corpse and who will become the new victim of the creature
and everything in the dance, farce and lies
the main thing is to make the smile and tone more pleasant and draw the fake truth (mine)
