Психея - Рефлекс Хичкока
текст песни

From me really wrapped in a white shawl
Hides in the corner of an old cardboard box
You want tape forever you want nails
Hold me here, hold me beg me
In mirrors of smelly sweaty and false
The insignificance is hiding most in the world
I hate myself, well, who
I still wrap the Falga so gentle, non-bureau
Just not to see him alone
Just not to see yourself in them

What else what am I
I could do it
I dont know...
My Alarm
Red flowers
Dawn.

My wings are torn coldly as a keepsake
Throw me upside down and I will break into the abyss like a stone
There is nothing more to wait for open me and look
How hopelessness and fear will blow me up from the inside

Snow is falling and on the floor
So coldly dry and hungry
I'm sitting - slowing down
I will die like a fly in syrup from your eyes
Of course yours! ...
But whose still! ...

Kiss, bitch, my corpse
In folds of cold lips
No one will appreciate the work
No one will die yet!

Pulse Pain knocks on the temple
Not tired
And stream of living cars
It is burning me ...