скептический - дискаунтер
текст песни

Every day as if broadcasting gluttony in front of a webcam
Constancy of maraths on tracing paper and stencils
Every day you are lying loneliness that the heart is busy with someone
All feelings have long been crushed, only the names remained
The romantic has already forgotten fairy tales and locks, walks with tired shmars
Fashionable children made bloodletting, everything for the comer on the "Tamble"
It seems to be rummaging, only with your hands in the mud, raking the entire bench from slop
My defense is a shared choice-shit fruitfully from tincture alcohol
I sing ballads for worms, rats and maggots
Chavskaya, I eat ourselves, justifying before the elders
For the fact that no like everyone else, within the framework of a dumb normality
He blurred like a shorter and special, now you are happy?
My porch has a coin from the pockets of the beggars
Inside me, what I do not feel
The pain of allegories between ribs is like a scalpel
Depress calls on the phone? I answer them in the back
The crystal is not poured into my glass, the house is full of one and a half
Looks at me, all the angels with the Mother of God laugh
Nowhere is there a place, the limba is full of the same wanderers
Demons re -scheduled again for harassment
Laksher with the "Doshik" shot on "iPhones"
Monctions of cozy fidelity in short porn episodes
And who I became here on the tarred sheets
My slobberry stammans knocked out my jacket in a jamb
The sky glistened with golden fillings
How not to stay in this tightly repulsed by Dogville?
GOOD GOOD GOOD VED DEUMENTS
Stained with blood and sperm through the rotten
Thousands of copies will slow down like flopp
It's just that life is a fake-epigram "Insta Stories"
Stigmats on the palms do not save from tombstones
I feel bad, because again it’s too much like Lindsay Lohan