Артём Кинг - Паутина
текст песни

We're not on our way
Because I'm crawling through a web
What is the motive?
Do you want it simply, without communication?
But I'm not interested in your opinion
I'm just a number for you, a generalization
You round the numbers to your side
How you behave with people
As if everyone owes something
You are a parasite
What's stuck under my skin
I'd kick you out the door
But that's not like me
After all, we are not passers-by
I don't feel love
My organs were ripped open
I'll give you the codes
All appearances and passwords
You are the hole in my chest
A drop of blood remains
On people like you
I declare a moratorium
I don't feel love
My organs were ripped open
I'll give you the codes
All appearances and passwords
You are the hole in my chest
A drop of blood remains
On people like you
I declare a moratorium
It's cold, I'm a dungeon dweller
My heart won't get cold
Poisoned me with my potion
Or she slipped something on me
There's no time for fun now
I'm losing weight
Pants haven't hung like this in a long time
Deep cuts
Grew together incorrectly
Welding seams on metal
Thicker than your waist
Brand cardigan
Production - Italy
Will not save us in our winter
We've seen this
Hidden capital
Folded like origami
No incentive to live
But we're pedaling
Welcome to hell
And at the same time in the comments
Everything has a price
For all kinds of suffering
I don't feel love
My organs were ripped open
I'll give you the codes
All appearances and passwords
You are the hole in my chest
A drop of blood remains
On people like you
I declare a moratorium
I don't feel love
My organs were ripped open
I'll give you the codes
All appearances and passwords
You are the hole in my chest
A drop of blood remains
On people like you
I declare a moratorium