Текст песни замкнутость 8 - правды нет

I was drunk and write couplets
redeem for truth summer
there is no truth and there is no
means someone spizhzhu
from screaming with a torn aorta

I first obebashenny freshness
the world gives an incentive to live
I fucking do not understand what's happening
suck to be on all the things and people
Let's forget all this fucking
and do not wake
Well , again , as if I was not among you;
although I see myself in the reflection of the eye
standards , principles, forget where ordered
Come and all hands to the sun
if you stand near the edge
.. I can only dream , only flashing
everything goes in the head fucked full
but I know what to do - kill your body
I hang on a minute , and smoldering days
all global issues , go to the bus
the sun revolves around the earth
all create garbage in this situation different views
after we left God and he will judge
My glass is half full or empty
on the floor is not cold , then I'm not the rotten
you're tired , that you fuck ?
change posture
change posture
change posture
change posture
or dance
or dance
I dance

I was drunk and write couplets
redeem for truth summer
there is no truth and there is no
means someone spizhzhu
from screaming with a torn aorta
I opened the box, inside the running speed
custody and conscience . I became terrible, honestly
not to forget , but do not remember
walks through the night forest
start when crawled with cheerful smile
underground in your orange and green
wonders tablets pale in these walls
all whirl as imposingly
let's get out , well, what else do the limiting
generation squander . and once said Boris
well, all because of love .. cool
choice made ​​by each
vmazh . I'm not on this topic
I'm snot on the floor to let love
van lava Love U
and say something , in general, no one
or text only Gorazd times two times two
I cheated again , conscience busy affairs
mood in the nose no longer shoot
and grew but became more stupid on a pedestal
rather fucking swill that alcohol can not even call
I was drunk and write couplets
redeem for truth summer
there is no truth and there is no
means someone spizhzhu
from screaming with a torn aorta