Полтора Землекопа - после трепанации
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You are here on the fly flying over the cuckoo's nest
Get up, brother, I brought you to eat
Sick souls will not cure lobotomy
okay they are, but you and I should not be like that
This is a destruction, there is no salvation of these yellow walls
plant like grains, plants grow from them
The spring is laid, they are waiting for guests without a soul
on wheels and wide, the brain becomes easier
Lying and pestering is not an option - this is the road to hell
will pack the leather belts sewn into bed
Sleeves of nuclear waps are pulled off with a bear grip
The gags in the teeth will drown out a heart -rending cries "Enough!"
your new hut, so get used to my friend
Time is a river, but you will not see the light of a lighthouse
you dropped out of Rigada, there was nothing to bleet about punishment
Your new course is now a cemetery of dead ships
You are more, but they do not treat and do not let out
schizophrenia is close, you will be disassembled there in pieces
Let them mumble and howl, this is Ada chat
After trepanation, bracho, you will stop screaming
Prints put and insist on treatment
The space will not end, they will leave you in prison
In the flame of the furnaces, everything that was before
You thought differently, then you will be hidden away

The world drowned in falsehood, and you are pulled to the bottom
they are burdened by those minutes when you gave at least one
thought unlike thoughts of acidic passers -by
A shot from the tower, it seems, have already come out for you, oh my God!
The goal is destroyed, sleeping pills for the skin
Bayan drives away, everything disappeared to dicks, what
Your new bed, one place, you miss her
In the world of shadows made of yellow -gifted sheets
And you just don't, a voice among the garbage
and on end, you saw how you threw a loop
One of the same zombies is one of the neck
and knocked out a stool, in general, nothing special
snot is allowed by people from sand
Although there is not a wild West, many are being removed scalp
Dumb Oscil of the orderlies on the eve of the blow
blind eyes like the long light of the headlight on the road

you know they need to drive you into a corner
this darkness is impenetrable, to make you scared
Forget what happened, don't listen to anyone, it's nonsense
And highlight, for example, what you need
there is no faith, and although you are not dead
The system is oppressed by Mr. McMurfers
In her hands you always remained a toy
The last breaths will drown out about the pillow tissue

how not to reach the pen, dreams that it will work out
will break, since handcuffs closed on the hands
and the sun, a beam through the grill will illuminate the insane
Some kind of rustle, who came for you there?
This is not a show on TV and not art house like
like not a green elephant, but this happens
Life on the edge of the outcome walking along the blade
useless and they no longer condemn them
This is an abyss, brother, and you will understand soon
that you will be glad to death, and life is grief
You were christened on the skin of mankind
There will be a lot of pain, only you don't give up without a fight
you are not helpless and not a vegetable among these beds
Freedom is somewhere nearby, where the order will end
new dawn of the crimson fusion on the windows of the grilles
This world has long gone crazy

The first necessity is faith in their own forces
the body is raped, only the soul is not yet able
spit the wheels, sabotage the rest of Vasya
Rendell did not work out, but at least he tried
to the tag stand for your freedom
real, not to close by any fence
Any carelessness can crumble, brothers
the system is immature to the rights, but will not make you be afraid