ACRONИM - ISTOKI
текст песни

There, where your babylon is
We are as if in a crowbar to disturb
It seems that we are not lucky
But you climb in here, it is light here
Drive your thoughts out of the hut
Thoughts are a broken phone
Postage stamps are mole holes
They pull you to the background
At the origins of the universe
You will not notice the burn in your eye
Embroidering tapestries of planets
You let excellent nectar flow through your veins
You are knee-deep in the void
If only the cop would save us, probably here
Squeezing all the filth out of your mind
Again plunge into the pattern on the walls
At the origins of the universe
You will not notice the burn in your eye
Don't wait for the wyvern to quit
And seek the secrets of the worlds more diligently
You are knee-deep in the void
If only the cop would save us, probably here
Primitive dances in exchange for
Black holes in the nostrils cave
Put on a wreath
Let the smog not load in the air
This is the matrix code of the universe
It glitched and couldn't work
And you, come on, son
Don't worry about it, there's smok in your teeth
You're the son of this ancient universe
And I'm sand on its teeth
There are smoke rings here
They jump like a comic book, unimaginably
Now that's a picture. Apparently
So high that it disappeared into space
EDM with a taste of Russian rap
Drowning our brains in this abyss
Here the root cause is lost
And in a vacuum scream as much as you want, but
At the origins of the universe
You won't notice the burn in your eye
Embroidering tapestries of planets
You let excellent nectar flow through your veins
You don't need to worry about the void
If only the cop would save us, probably here
Squeezing all the filth out of your mind
Dive again into the pattern on the walls
At the origins of the universe
You won't notice the burn in your eye
Don't wait for the wyvern to leave
And search for the secrets of the worlds more diligently
You don't need to worry about the void
If only the cop would save us, probably here
Primitive dances in exchange for
Black holes in the cave nostrils
Where your babylon is
We need to stir up, as it were in a crowbar
It seems like you're out of luck
But you climb in here, it's light here
Drive your thoughts out of the hut
Thoughts are a broken phone
Postmarks are mole holes
They're pulling you into the background
Where your babylon is
We're shaking you like in a crowbar
It seems like you're out of luck
But you climb in here, it's light here
Drive your thoughts out of the hut
Thoughts are a broken phone
Postmarks are mole holes
They're pulling you into the background
Where your babylon is
We're shaking you like in a crowbar
It seems like you're out of luck
But you climb in here, it's light here
Drive your thoughts out of the hut
Thoughts are a broken phone
Postmarks are mole holes
They're pulling you into the background