Ferret.SD - Фальшь
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Again this stress, I hear voices
Falsh in the tongue, the lie is so heavy

Depression covered, I dive headlong
I haven't written for two years, I probably died there
In a notebook void and booze in the evenings
But from your referes, I so want to puke

This is a cheap pont, you are clean here like a background
If I knew what it would turn into
I would tear off the jackpot
Leaders of opinions Ha why I'm so funny
At the first danger, you clenched the tail

Thinkers of the entrances, a carrier from a test tube
Where did you fuck you did not William Birkin
Although you exist, only for the sake of Birkin's bags
I take my knife and cut off the tags from you

Hard metal is in my blood, in your dreams of a potted pot
You hang out with a crowd of youngsters, what, dad did not give any more budget
I shook my head wild under Deathcore, while Whitechapel plays from the columns
I put on a bag on the face of this bitch, you hear the bit fucked neporas

Again this stress, I hear voices
Falsh in the tongue, the lie is so heavy

I see how punks become aesthetes
Picture of a trick, with collective farm etiquette
Dumb monkey with a branded body kit
Conscience is not needed if coins are priority

This is a brown yard with a beautiful label
Pigs are eating, worms
There was a meager year, but I have no sense of proportion
I am a butcher's butcher, come to terms with the position

The mass presses by force, strong presses the mass
Cook you, I am gaining mass
I go to the abbey without taking off my mask from my face
Drunk from the first tray, not using the flask

Again this stress, I hear voices
Falsh in the tongue, the lie is so heavy