Trustily thinks that I devoted all the songs to her
Baby come to your senses, ego naits you in you
Remember, I write about myself, I saw the light and went to it
I made the last jerk from the tunnel
And needed support from outside, but could not find it
And then I realized that I am alone, even if she was nearby
How many rented apartments, bottles and glasses of wine
I beat drywall into the chips, because in each I see the muzzle of hyenas
The last time I take the phone, but I don't understand why
You are my hallucinogen, but not an actress of my dreams
She does not like to sniff a hair dryer, the baby loves ethanol
The baby longs for changes, Corvalol pounds until night
Among the noise of old antennas, knees attack the floor
You are my hallucinogen, but not an actress of my dreams
She does not like to sniff a hair dryer, the baby loves ethanol
The baby longs for changes, Corvalol pounds until night
Among the noise of old antennas, knees attack the floor
I can't understand what makes me stay
I was fucked up in seizures and drive myself into frustration
All your terms fashionable abuse, patterns
I fucking mental intoxication, there was no love here
Only dependence and its modification
I am looking for myself in blue, staff and sensory deprivation
And when I lost yourself to look, well, tell me, patients
With a cigarette with trembling fingers, in a drunken evening of the same Friday
I am in notes stew a couple of records about where my life is rolling
You are my hallucinogen, but not an actress of my dreams
She does not like to sniff a hair dryer, the baby loves ethanol
The baby longs for changes, Corvalol pounds until night
Among the noise of old antennas, knees attack the floor
You are my hallucinogen, but not an actress of my dreams
She does not like to sniff a hair dryer, the baby loves ethanol
The baby longs for changes, Corvalol pounds until night
Among the noise of old antennas, knees attack the floor
