Fowella, Артём Молоко - Раскаяние
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My remorse is a smell from my mouth after a hangover
My opinion has become emaciated, my nerves are frayed
All my life without sleep, but I slept through it all
Slanted nose in an ashtray
A drip of fun
Dripped, staining my veins from Friday to Friday
And thoughts are painted in a groan
Hunchbacked back, tears are a stooped prayer
Light green but blue
I go to red, beautiful
Windows with an orange scream
The veil is lifted, and behind it and
White "we" in kerosene
Drowned a black soul
The engine dies down
The light suffocates
Closing the door
Forgetting about the day
Water boils
The brain is flooded
Staring at the smoke
Closing the window
The engine dies down
The light suffocates
Closing the door
Forgetting about the day
Water boils
Flooded brain
Staring at the smoke
Closing the window
This is not a dream
It really hit hard
There is a child inside
Bleeding again
Climbing high, it seems
That you are free from shackles
But in reality you are still in those shackles
Pressing hard, like on the heart, a scar on your hands
Souls roll past the city
From the club, like a drunkard. Into the ears
Pour the masses what
The stupid like to listen to
Painting everyday life gray
Exchanging the mind for the body
Criticism, criticism, criticism
We encourage the system
Fear gives birth to anger
Laughter beats inside sobbing
Again and again rotting
Until repentance
The engine dies down
The light suffocates
Closing the door
Forgetting about the day
The water boils
The brain floods
Staring at the smoke
Closing the window
The engine dies down
The light suffocates
Closing the door
Forgetting about the day
The water boils
The brain floods
Staring at the smoke
Closing the window
The engine dies down
The light suffocates
Closing the door
Forgetting about the day
The water boils
The brain floods
Staring at the smoke
I close the window
The engine dies down
The light chokes
Closing the door
I forget about the day
The water boils