Buzz Lightyear, Соболь, Susagep - Слепота
текст песни

I'm blind where the light is
You tell stories where the crypt is
You're shackled in your chain
I whipped your blood into an omelet

I'm blind where the light is
Maybe under the click of nails
You run to your goddess
To hear the answer no

I won't make fresh
I don't give a shit about your likes
I drop your gangs
To catch your heart like that

I won't make cash
We're not in the game for money
I'm incomprehensible to you
I crash into your gap

My spots on my eyes
Catch fear - you see a shadow
They burn every step
I'm their main target

I'm blind, I don't see prices
Your conscience is like dew
I covered my ears with my hands
So as not to hear the voices

I covered my eyes with glasses
You're a fucking aesthete
I'm in the fog for your money
Bitch asks for a tete-a-tete
People blind for no reason
Yes, such a mentality
From the foot to the face, you're under the camp
These bitches need light

Bitches need light
(Light)
Bitches need light
(Light)

Do you even hear me at all
And in the head there is undead, foam
Dripping gently, a veil
So snow-white
I look and can't understand
Soggy puzzle, your mother
Who, who is this suitable for
Who is suitable for

You are so not simple,
Stirring the air with your hand
Not the first time with you
Cope with nausea
Where are you going
It's not your turn
Slow down a bit
Your left code

What? A little while later I shake my moustache
A little more and I won’t be able to hold back from laughing
Where you call me — I’ll pray
A six or an ace in my hand
But the choice is so-so, and I’ll probably abstain

Today you to me, tomorrow I
Such a bacchanalia
A boomerang will fly to my forehead
A stole will be gagged
Are you supposed to know me
Turn the other cheek
And turn another cheek
What, what to turn

To make it look brighter I’ll light a fire in my eyes
To make the whole world brighter I’ll burn it to the ground
To make it even brighter you need to throw more wood
To make the belly smaller you need to burn what’s in it

Burn
Burn
Burn
I’m blind
I’m blind
I’m blind

I puke on the floor and continue to hate
My mirror doesn’t want to see me in cashmere
All so beautiful I roll around the apartment
I run onto the balcony and I hear the rain again

I am a satirist, and you are a bitch
I am a satirist, you are a goddess
The hall is hot, like in the desert
I wash myself in cocaine
She looks at me and says, I am aggressive
I do not see anything, because I am in the abyss

It does not work, I do not like it
People are fucking me up
My life is paper
And I made origami
I close my eyes and fly between worlds
Why the fuck are you telling me that this is immoral

Look into my dream and break my ceiling
Look at my block and break your face