dobbro - tishomertv
текст песни

I have seen all of you hyena awaiting the death of lions of their own bodies
Sleepy mouths in convulsive expectation of parishes listen to the mechanical work of internal organs as a rustle from an empty room
Each time you're lying for yourself
This is not so simple not so simply, but a brave researcher of dopamine mountains and endorphin rivers or the last poet of the lazy world in hopelessness tries to find it unknown that between the fibers of the morphine, the surgeons of conscience from the soft fabrics tear out the bullets of the everyday fiction that something is in the way of a fairy tale about a white bull-bull. Nobody bothers you and you just bother you yourself, you yourself want to do nothing yourself, you won’t dance the desired code of the rebus from the letters all these laughter of the missing seconds, at first they barely audible with a squeak of mosquitoes scratch the silence, but gradually the sound grows fills the room of your head tears to the part of the scraping of the ears and then it becomes everything louder and now there is no you, there is nothing only the sound and then it reaches the limit and the sound becomes silence
a constant state in general, all this is constantly wise in a constant
I am invariably sickening, I went to the mountains of unsuccessful attempts to self -control along the rivers of incomplete reports, I put a tent of a rented apartment at the river, I wait for a bear of the civil service with longing in my eyes, no sadness, no tiredness, you just open your eyes and detachly you do things an inner boy who screamed wolves in the psarny of public catering I died and I go in a way through the reality on me a beautiful white coat, I lie to everyone that I look at the world from the other side that I turned around for 6 hours in clothing in madness
I visited the inside of consciousness
I smoked a hookah with a caterpillar at all, I'm just a photograph where it’s still so sweet where I am in my father’s hands a little frowning and mom younger than I now tells me
Only two tablets open the burners small atomic boats in the inner bald man will tell your voice they drowned and laugh
three lids and walk along the inner perimeter of the camera in a pre -trial detention center
Four floors knock on the artillery of batteries at night
I am the heel of Achilles I am anti -tank hedgehog
Springs needle I am a dancer on a barbed wire of meanings
I am the voice of the god of a hackneyed gramplast
plowed reality is lazily torn reality tries to drain into the bottom of a glass-room
Your eyes
Empty rooms of empty people romanticization of shooting limbs for themselves miserable attempts to at least somehow do it
The fed by illusions of themselves literally half -dead from overdoses, not very smart people try to open their eyes, but in the news, look for corpses, a resident of the city of a millionaire opened gas in an apartment and fled from the party