Артём Кинг - ТМУП
текст песни

Your place is at the stove
Because my feelings are boiling
I've become cigarette smoke
I can't help but inhale
To love you through pain and strength
They're just a trifle
Stop this violence
You're standing on bones
(You're standing on bones)
What happens in the kitchen
Stays there
The fire has gone out even in hell
You can't get out dry twice
The taste of your lips, the ice of your hands
You're not a corpse
I've lost this game
And I'm starting the circle again
You're like Groot
One answer to all questions
Everyone will die here
Not necessarily old, not necessarily grown-up
I choose the whip again
And carve a path with it
The gingerbread is sweeter in its taste
But it was bought for the funeral
Your place is at the stove
Because my feelings are boiling
I've become cigarette smoke
I can't help but inhale
To love you through pain and strength
They're just A trifle
Stop this violence
You're standing on bones
Your place is at the stove
Because my feelings are boiling
I've become cigarette smoke
I can't help but inhale
To love you through pain and strength
They're just a trifle
Stop this violence
You're standing on bones
At the end of a lit cigarette
Useless secrets smolder
Smoke fills the space between answers
The mourning is over, our feelings have long been sung
Glares of light, flashes, screams
You're naked, not your soul
Cat and mouse, ricky-tick
I've been big for a long time
There's little space, the walls are suffocating
The low ceiling is crushing
You're an error in my system
I don't need an analogue
Your place is at the stove
Because my feelings are boiling
I've become cigarette smoke
I can't help but inhale
To love you through pain and strength
They're just a trifle
Stop this violence
You're standing on bones
Your place is at Slabs
Because my feelings are boiling
I've become cigarette smoke
I can't help but inhale
Love you through pain and strength
They're just a trifle
Stop this violence
You're standing on bones
(You're standing on bones)