Текст песни Skeef, AMI D.Z, ethan evans - Порезы

I kill feelings

Feelings that you love me so much

It is sad

The fact that I am attached to you is also sad

I get confused in myself more often than my headphones



Nevalyashka

Constantly broken

I stumble about myself, I want always

A doll without a soul

I'm still breathing

I also love

I still live



I kill feelings

Feelings that you love me so much

It is sad

The fact that I am attached to you is also sad

I get confused in myself more often than my headphones



And all my forecasts are true

I can't breathe here

For some reason they poison me, help me

How to get up and here your palm will hang

There is only a thought in my head, this thought about you

And this blade on the body kills us again

Your cuts on the hands said that I was a fool

Your cuts on the hands said that I was wrong



All cuts on hand are just weakness

I don't want to say, but it's weak

Thus, you just destroy yourself morally, just calm down



And all my forecasts are true

I can't breathe here

For some reason they poison me help me

How to get up

And then your palm will hang

There is only a thought in my head

This thought about you

And this blade on the body kills us again

Your cuts on the hands said that I was a fool

Your cuts on the hands said that I was wrong



All cuts on the hands are just weak

I don't want to say - but this is glory

We hide in the corners, just destroy yourself

Moral - I just stay with you



And all my forecasts are true

I can't breathe here

For some reason they poison me help me

How to get up

And then your palm will hang

There is only a thought in my head

This thought about you

And this blade on the body kills us again

Your cuts on the hands said that I was a fool

Your cuts on the hands said that I was wrong



And all my forecasts are true

I can't breathe here

For some reason they poison me help me

How to get up

And then your palm will hang

There is only a thought in my head

This thought about you

And this blade on the body kills us again

Your cuts on the hands said that I was a fool

Your cuts on the hands said that I was wrong