Factory floor - Bipolar
текст песни

I gonna taste your back
All your fails -
ups to the feel.
I've been given tracks
With same old seal
I've been making plans,
For this, to die with master
You move your hands.
It's all a fever
before your plans,
Before your contracts
It blessing (incoherent part)
All your fails -
ups to the feel.
I've been given tracks,
You want one deal
I gonna take
you, bipolar