GilliA - Нулевой
текст песни

I was a grenade check, once ...
Now I was left alone under the flag of the blockade.
And Tango-Wendetta, like a song of the entry.
I am sad from this, because she climbed into the ears ...
All the same, I should not listen to it ...
Although the warrior is better than an outcast. The more pain
The less blood, more obscene scars on the fence ...
I have become more gentle in this sea of salt ...
Inhabited in your thrombus - a vortex flow of wind ...
In 10 meters torn from the future epicenter
Thrown into the mud face and although outwardly
This is not noticeable, a crack grows inside me.
But even a thing can feel like a thing.
Then it was even more bute. When I cut out
The word "go" on the arm. I was an enemy to myself.
I was nothing. I was looking, in a panic, a sign ...
In the skill of "be" looking for a way ...
My path is your darkness, Roy bullets - my friend ...
Dead the swarm of this hole ... There is our role ...
Be a bustle of mediocre time.
In captivity of the genius of prejudice, a small tragedy ...
Empty checks that lying on the ground, closing the eyelids,
Looks up where the heavens are blurred in laughter ...

These days are under it, but in us.
We go up and down. Frame
Projected in us. How to
To you "outcast" - I "anger".

[2 verse]
Under my skin - a cavity. Laboratory proved:
I cut out the word "god" but there was no blood.
Then the conclusion made about the puppet structure
My latex body and someone else's opinion.
The conclusion made and pushed him to the exit "God"
This is a decisive block in the construction of metal boxes
There is our house and we sculpt them ...
Get God, dividing it into me and erecting it.
Check me by subjecting the truth to the temptation,
While everything perfect spends himself in vain ...
How on a red carpet subordinates leave with impunity
So in this world there are many different things. With a "safe" sign
A carbon dioxide is given to us instead of oxygen ...
On ... Prayer to the eye, blowing the rolls of the photo paper matte ...
We are a photo automatic, once broken ...
And our faith is to swallow sins for you ...
The older you are the more sad to watch.
I cut my hand in some ways and it is difficult to endure the pain.
With whom you are? - It solves everything. It is important who you are with.
After all, a lot of magnificent lives of schemes.
So fundamental and so electrical,
That the meagerness of your fate seems epic ...
All this is a speech on topics are already eternal, not about HIV,
And about life - an infection that we will not heal ...
To zero, the measure of the world is no longer a complete sphere ...
And today I am the same that I was yesterday ...
Now I'm zero and there is nothing to do about it
I'm a person, what can I do?

[3 verse]
Pink cotton wool as a piece of meat, you need to swallow
And I cut out "God", but from pain I want to cry.
I can’t cry - I’ll rust.
This fee with marriage. I pay for everything as I can
As provided for by the program prescribed fifty.
We cannot compilation and is not given to retire.
And we cannot be frantic when we want
If this harms celestials that we do not see ...
After all, all eyes are erased, cut off about the corners,
All whims for pieces are torn to pieces ... in narrow
Circles, someone may remember that he was Russian ...
And I remember that I am a creature of God and doomed to torment ...
You were not an ugly prism of the sky, on the ears in soap ...
Know, all weapons are created for violence,
Like all love is created for sex.
Do not resist this and do not quarrel ...
Read text subtexts in the context of the Bible ...
Are you figs, want to be knocked out like a ball of keg?
Stop dusting the shelves with dry opinion.
You, like me, are alone on one -sided movement.
Today and you are zero, because they are cursed by itself
The program of the program entered your life sustainable ...
"We are crucified and cursed" as in the song sang
But I'm only a car, well, what can I do ...