Расстройство - Тела откопают
текст песни

There are thousands of poisons in me, I will give me a drink
You feel bad, toxins will poison the body
My dear exhale
Exhale this life
Light - grid from black factories
Like processing plastic and soaring in the sky
Smoke clubs fly away, taking a couple of bright moments
Taking our life
Laughing this grin, not a smile
We are clearly lost in the gram of longing
Parch somewhere above the abyss
The world disappears and drowns in lies
The bodies are dug up on the highway
Two times in pieces
Fell asleep on a common mattress
I would not trust the types
The bodies are dug up on the highway
Three or four in bushes
Things are scattered
Your certificate was lying nearby
Morning meets with a fight, I'm sick in my stomach
As if they are cut with a knife to live
I again need anesthesia in the form of a couple of pages of ppm
Who are you to tell me, what should I
Yes, I worked, it was difficult
Believe me, after all, more than once spent the night in the porches
Yes, even yesterday
Nailed on the stairwell
At the door of a familiar apartment
I was not opened there, I just can't leave
Remembered his past and fell asleep at the threshold
On me, as always, the same gear
It was cold, but did not feel took it and caught a cold
Dressed was not according to the weather
Torn hoodies and sneakers in mud
The bodies are dug up on the highway
Two times in pieces
Fell asleep on a common mattress
I would not trust the types
The bodies are dug up on the highway
Three four in bushes
Things are scattered
Your certificate was lying nearby
The bodies are dug up on the highway
Two times in pieces
Fell asleep on a common mattress
I would not trust the types
The bodies are dug up on the highway
Three four in bushes
Things are scattered
Your certificate was lying nearby